Poetry · Writing Hills March 4, 2017 SamT.Gutierrez Earths trials. Created to climb, breathe, the sun strips the air away. Rubble lays crumbled in makeshift earth, breathe, clouds part for the coming home party. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez My name is Sam and I love art. I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames. View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
Saint's Muse 