Upon rising I’ll walk around the block and buy some milk And upon returning I’ll cry when I spill it
This poem is about self-fulfilling prophecies (how sometimes I know that I'll fail even before I begin).
keep up rising and buying and returning and spilling that is the circle and the joy of life thanks fort sharing this lovely piece salam
keep up rising and
buying and
returning and
spilling
that is the circle and
the joy of life
thanks fort sharing this lovely piece
salam