A poem written by me the first time in 3 years. Very personal and heartfelt. A poem written by me the first time in 3 years. Very personal and heartfelt.
Labyrinth Labyrinth
I wandered through them, Like a wind passing by a rock. I wandered through them, Like a wind passing by a rock.
And my body became living dead. And my body became living dead.
Mom, I still miss you!!... Mom, I still miss you!!...
Why does every flower turn back on my touch??? Why does every flower turn back on my touch???