Creative
When my father told me what a man was supposed to be He never described you And yet When I looked for one you checked off all the boxes.
When the spring comes, let me have a life, In the bundle of cruces, let me tide a bit, When the world cries, I shall spread a smile, Edge of the burg, even a small groove, should rise, When the ship sails, widen the hands, leap a beat, We must depart, even though never met, […]
Ornamental, Nature by Amy Ward I love to see when you paint the road red Covering fields by your frail fingertips The hope of loss your charity Then bare and covered in sparkling pearls You hold a hidden smile in your core The taking, giving, is not owned Still, I sense a […]
