I am a child author. I would really like if you read my poems. I just don't but bring my dream to the original. I have got all my thinking's on the paper. I wrote and got encourage from the best person on the earth that's my heavenly Grandfather. H e is no more in this world but he is the one from whom I got inspired.
Down the drain, down the drain, follow the sand down the drain. His soul woven cloak awaits, scythe in hand, ferry leaving the docks. Crooked steps, cold and blackened breath, take me unto you. One leg in the grave, half