Who tolerates the
inconsistent lover?
Or a mind filtered,
and full of pitiful
mistreatment?
Well, I do……
But then, I see something
beautiful in everything.
At least a thousand miles later.
A profession of absence
Who tolerates the
inconsistent lover?
Or a mind filtered,
and full of pitiful
mistreatment?
Well, I do……
But then, I see something
beautiful in everything.
At least a thousand miles later.
A Wandering Poet 