It was time to be written...
It wanted to be written...
It needed to be written...
It was written...
the writer was servant of the words
the words knew it was time to exist
the words were written the words existed
readers come passing may now read the words....
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem