Flick of thoughtA Poem by Grant
Delinquish my river rose
Carved from Nathan's timbres Gun powder filled the meadow air The willows dancing in the wind Capturing the reflection of ghostly navy Grasping out for my lover Hoping to run away to the magical world As I want to become one with them © 2012 Grant |
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GrantKYAboutMy name is Grant and I write to express the thoughts and sounds that take over my mind and drive me insane. Most of my writings are about my own personal experiences with being a gay person trying to .. more..Writing
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