I could make friends with Stories many think, "Myth"! I could see the tiniest of dust That flew past, with a surprise gust! I could feel the rising heat That rose above the limit. I could feel the feeble murmur That tries to tear The sheath in my ear. read full in caption I am so alone that I could make friends with Stories many think, "Myth"! I could see the tiniest of dust That flew past, with a surprise gust!
