A crowd of gray passers-by does not let me break through.
I am led by a colorless world going one way.
Pressed in the scheme.
Enslaved by the monotony of life.
Helpless…
© W. Donovan
Make your life a poem.
A crowd of gray passers-by does not let me break through.
I am led by a colorless world going one way.
Pressed in the scheme.
Enslaved by the monotony of life.
Helpless…
© W. Donovan