I can feel their fingers
When I run my hands through these pages.
And the voices of the past whisper
To me.
They tell me how they saw the world.
When I die, these words will live on.
These words will live on.
My blood will mix with the
Ink.
My blood will make the letters
Sing to people I don’t know
People I will never know.
Thanks as always for reading! I am thankful for your support.
Till Next Time,
Deo Volente
gkgaius
Thanks as always for reading! I am thankful for your support.
Till Next Time,
Deo Volente
gkgaius
