all that is perfect has some flaws,
not all windows have a glare;
the strong, the support, like a wall,
will continue its support like a window’s reflection of a flare.
nice poem!1!
not all windows have a glare;
the strong, the support, like a wall,
will continue its support like a window’s reflection of a flare.
nice poem!1!
did you write that one yourself sksks it’s so good!
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost :>