To many sonnets,
Nothing new yet,
I must slow down,
And arrange the words I own,
For meanings, for evrything,
Now let me rest this evening.
The Poems-in-my-mind Distributer!
My experimental online-poetry-blog-thing to make my head a little clearer, methinks.
To many sonnets,
Nothing new yet,
I must slow down,
And arrange the words I own,
For meanings, for evrything,
Now let me rest this evening.