a diary to seasonal eternity captured in a singular instance...
probably not my best work, i've had severe writers block all month and i'm just sort of getting back into poetry now. i have a few unre...
She walks into life
Cold, heavy, and slow
A student among the hidden
And the profound.
She walks into life
Weak, unwilling, and full of sorrow
A jack to the arts of disguises
And a master of indole...