Breath of Fresh Air
I look to see the cloying sky Where birds no more fly Pollution riddles the air foul Dented are our … Continue reading Breath of Fresh Air
I look to see the cloying sky Where birds no more fly Pollution riddles the air foul Dented are our … Continue reading Breath of Fresh Air
Is there a right decision or a wrong decision or just chance of circumstance? Does everything happen for a reason … Continue reading Chance of Circumstance
The town whispers of its past Where memories like shadows cast Tumble-weed go gently by In this ghost town where … Continue reading Ghost Town