The
road doesn’t
know me.
I
am his
stranger.
The
sound of my
voice is distant.
I
utter unusual
words.
The
clouds in my
eyes turned grey.
I
can’t see you
anymore.
The
things I write
are castles and sands.
I
am the peculiar
bard.
2016
I fond of bards. 🙂
🙂
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