SOURCE My life is like a highway to middle earth, there are no stop lights to stop, it's a continuous voyage, life there is they say is greenery, a breath of a new beginning. Strange as it seems, the life

Hi Steemians! I’d like to share my first poem. Been busy lately! Though the story of the poem aches for more love that was lost, he keeps the memory of her until her last breath, keeping wonderful, beautiful

I like Anonymous and I love poetry and other stuff! I'd like to stay this way on steemit unknown and I love the words. I have my plans here that I'd like to stay for a long time and meeting new people,