My Poetry. Is it ever a means to an end? 3 December 2023 · 0 In shadows cast on fields of sorrow,Where echoes linger of a bleak tomorrow.A tale unfolds, of strife and... Please share me.PostWhatsAppMastodonLike this:Like Loading...Thank you for Sharing me.
My Poetry. Remembrance. 25 May 2017 · 2 It’s the outbreak of War humanity is scared a time for hurt no one prepared. Marching Soldiers Machines... Please share me.PostWhatsAppMastodonLike this:Like Loading...Thank you for Sharing me.
