The morning tenderness
Its fairly sunrise...
No
one...
I.
Before you were born...
To whom do I write this poem about?
To which recipient do I send it to...
Portrait of
Half an...
There you lay,
peaceful and quiet for now...
May the people see the light in your eyes,
How much they illuminate our hearts...
The poet turns his face to the heavens -
He knows this feeling, this need to write...
Of every Season
Like a soft wave...
I throw in the towel
I wave the white flag...
I cease to exist.. I am a mother now
I put myself last, I am easy to resist.. I am a...
I'm heading home
only a few more miles to go...