![]() CurrentA Poem by Gaia Octavia
Like water flowing
over timeworn rocks, I am weathered by the constant grind Hoping that, Like the rocks, I will be cultivated into something beautiful © 2018 Gaia OctaviaReviews
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1 Review Added on December 11, 2017 Last Updated on July 4, 2018 Tags: Life, PTSD, Anxiety, Micropoetry, Portry |