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 ;)
They wouldn’t understand I told myself They wouldn’t understand The joys I collected Like fallen petals off the roads The small joys I hoarded in my heart’s basket The small victo…
