An old-school lover of reading and writing. Freelance writer. A sucker for a good conversation. An attentive listener. Will always be a “patrutota”.
Here I stand,
Surrounded by a cloud of chaos,
I don’t understand,
Why people are so afraid,
You walk proudly up the ribbed stairs,
One bone at a time,
Ignoring the crunching sound,
That your spiked boots betray.