Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
There’s nowhere to go Would you still have dreams Of love Will there still be streams Or cove If there was, Nowhere to go. Would you still hope Of joy Will there be scope Or ploy To be better, when, There was nowhere to go Would you remember that time Stood still Stunned, I took to rhyme And quill Till there was Nowhere to go I am there now. Ishita. August 24. Falling into fall.