Feels like Iâm sinking, in the cold quicksand, of age and doubt The Ides of confusion, passed unnoticed, leaving footprints, in the warm sand, of someoneâs memory Feels like Iâm floating, down northern streams The scent of new… Read More ›
Feels like Iâm sinking, in the cold quicksand, of age and doubt The Ides of confusion, passed unnoticed, leaving footprints, in the warm sand, of someoneâs memory Feels like Iâm floating, down northern streams The scent of new… Read More ›