Poems from Jill1234
Time never turns back and only launches forward
my life is repeating
every time I fall, as often as that is, it seems to be of the same...
Under the pain of academic strain
the only comfort found can be within the profoundness of it all
the clothes I wear become the exterior...
The Transcendental era was right
fleeing to nature at any complicating plight
burying deep into the foliage and soil
avoiding the worlds...