Poems from the loop 365
When we are gone, none shall remember, not ourselves or prodigy of own
The beauty and mystery of the plains and deserts in the west
The way...
When we are gone, none shall remember, not ourselves or prodigy of own
The beauty and mystery of the plains and deserts in the west
The way...
When we are gone, none shall remember, not ourselves or prodigy of own
The beauty and mystery of the plains and deserts in the west
The way...