Spring

Reivax Camlost

 

Not oft can I remember much, and little else besides

Whatnots of balmy days and evening grays, and I confide

That little is as urgent as those many and forgotten times

 

 

  • Author: Reivax Camlost (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 23rd, 2017 18:44
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 10


To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.