Designer, in search of a human.
Knock Knock, open the lock, Wear your sock, said the clock, Around the block, dreaming of the boardwalk, Without a squawk, came little Sherlock.
By Jay Shah5 years ago in Poets
I am caught up, Caught up in my mind. It wants colour and variation, Who am I to give? But, a slave of time and rhyme,
What is my colour, what should it be? Does it have an odour, that smells like thee? It is dark, that is all I have ever seen,
