Writers XXXIX, por Stephen O Amadi | poemas, ensayos y cuentos en Poéticous

Stephen O Amadi

Stephen O Amadi

Writers XXXIX

When you

Are young

You

Could

Only

Write what

You feel

And see

And it

Will

Overpower

Nothing

But when

You are old

You could

Write death

At the feet

Of experience.

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