Open Poetry
Give me the code to turn around time,
To superimpose a key upon rhyme.
The blood has been buried and words have been lost.
A treasure enshrouded, a doorway now locked.
Open Poetry
Give me the code to turn around time,
To superimpose a key upon rhyme.
The blood has been buried and words have been lost.
A treasure enshrouded, a doorway now locked.