A Writer Unpolished. A Poet Hidden. A Traveller Unexplored.
A Child Masked. That is me yet it is not. For a few words
can't describe a person, a few novels can't even try. That
said and done ;)
I’ve been invisible from birth For death overshadowed it Now it’s become a cloak Constantly foreshadowed Which both Suffocates and Liberates Offers asylum and imprisons Can …
