These are the few secrets the night holds. These are the few secrets the night holds.

Flooded streets stash away dumped garbage on the trail Flooded streets stash away dumped garbage on the trail

The tale of the lads raised in the streets, Whose music was shoved right under the sheets. The tale of the lads raised in the streets, Whose music was shoved right under t...

This poem is about the memories of the lost home, when looking out of the window, it reminds me of t... This poem is about the memories of the lost home, when looking out of the window...

Or a badly hilted sand of summer lying alone In the shore, Got Lot of contemporary feelings, Wan... Or a badly hilted sand of summer lying alone In the shore, Got Lot of contemp...

The poem describes the changing times and how humans are depended on technology. The poem describes the changing times and how humans are depended on technology.