INDEFINITE CLOSURE ~BY MICHAEL MAUL
Tears of a weeping willow on a tree lined street in Biloxi indulge my depression.
You have earned every emotion you own.
Clouds of wisdom pass on the knowledge of the universal truth.
poem on depression
Tears of a weeping willow on a tree lined street in Biloxi indulge my depression.
You have earned every emotion you own.
Clouds of wisdom pass on the knowledge of the universal truth.