"utalised" poems
God serve us in daily bases,as daily we gaze through the rays of the sun with a reflection of the daily light.so lazy but utalised nor fertilised as we crawl under daily sins getting so much early abit more yearly,daily daily i look foward nor backwards.i sight fears while getting frozen tears daily daily daily saviour above lime pardons until i barely live all the daily life days.
Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC