This is our Roman Empire, New and improved. Yes — I think about it, All the time. Because we’re witnessing
By Sergio Muro5 months ago in Poets
They say love isn’t real Somewhere I felt I belonged. The words sprayed on a boarded wall Where a door once stood. They say love isn’t real
Your inheritance - A scent of Gardenias, Perched on woven threads.
By Sergio Muroabout a year ago in Poets