Innocence On 2017120220171201 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems While innocence flies, guilt is an underground river I once drank from, freely To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading...
Short and sweet 🙂