The Honors Platform
Vol I, Issue I, Spring 2013 34
The air is clear, Not a person in sight, And only the tiny round click Of my heels On the pure wooden floors Signifies my presence, Almost as if the music is all in my head.
The Honors Platform
Vol I, Issue I, Spring 2013 34
The air is clear, Not a person in sight, And only the tiny round click Of my heels On the pure wooden floors Signifies my presence, Almost as if the music is all in my head.