We are old souls.
We don’t have children.
The Earth is changing.
God bless,
it will wipe us all away.
We’ve had many children before.
They will live elsewhere.
Somewhere else
in the Stars.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
Writings, thoughts, n more from Nova tuqMairtin
We are old souls.
We don’t have children.
The Earth is changing.
God bless,
it will wipe us all away.
We’ve had many children before.
They will live elsewhere.
Somewhere else
in the Stars.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin