Truth From Belief
Hopes laid in ink spilt
Poems tagged: belief — Clear filter
Why The Bird Sings
Early each morn, He parts his beak to let out a melody not of mourn,
If You Believe
If you believe, That dreams come true,
Poems tagged: belief — Clear filter
Hopes laid in ink spilt
Early each morn, He parts his beak to let out a melody not of mourn,
If you believe, That dreams come true,