Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
Do you see me finally Her eyes asked unassumingly In this crowd of happiness I must confess, I’m no village beauty They darted to the other girl Everyone admired earlier.. Including me. Perhaps it’s my baby That you now see I dressed her special… Continue Reading “The look of poetry”
I may no longer be young, But I can always be new Maybe I let you go Just to always have you It looks like a long drought But.. say, we don’t forget the dew… ID January 2020