Today, This One Day Comments

a poem of a life's memories both good and bad? ......well written

You carry everything you have and perhaps that's why you leave no trace of you as to where from you come and where do you go. But a reader will locate you after reading a few more poems.

I carry with me with me the texture of God's greatest fairytale, It's you, my dear Soul. So you carry yourself as whole. It may be a fantasy for you but for a reader a fantastic poem.