published on: 2015-12-04 00:35:01
nudefeetwilltravel: A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a
nudefeetwilltravel: If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane.
nudefeetwilltravel: The best way out is always through.
nudefeetwilltravel: Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
nudefeetwilltravel: Happiness makes up in height for what it
nudefeetwilltravel: The future belongs to those who believe