Worthless Silver
Lonely. With little riches,
Poems tagged: poverty — Clear filter
Tales Of The Road
Under the scorching midday sun, My limbs lie numb.
Blurry Merry
That time is here again, When Santa in red and rides on his sleigh,
Poems tagged: poverty — Clear filter
Lonely. With little riches,
Under the scorching midday sun, My limbs lie numb.
That time is here again, When Santa in red and rides on his sleigh,