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...