Poems from devilpast
It was cold,
The morning chill spread through the room,
As if it were an angry mob
And I, I was the focus of its anger
But as I stepped...
From kindergarten through elementary school,
middle through high and for some.... college and beyond.
School teaches us of the past, of...
The stars and moon shine above,
A soft breeze blowing across the memories of home,
Of adventures through the trees with animals all around...