OTHERS

I can feel their fingers 
When I run my hands through these pages. 
And the voices of the past whisper 
To me. 
 
They tell me how they saw the world. 
 
When I die, these words will live on. 
These words will live on.
My blood will mix with the 
Ink. 
My blood will make the letters 
Sing to people I don’t know 
People I will never know. 

Thanks as always for reading! I am thankful for your support.

Till Next Time,
Deo Volente
gkgaius