Soft feathers falling in the night,
I brush away dissembling snow...

Light on these golden curls, goodbye-
You will be drawn to them no more...

See the birds
Dancing in the rain...

Heat, silence.
The thorny branches of the acacias...

The reason I smile
The reason I cry...

A rose-
So sweet, so pure, so white...

This isn't a 'slang' poem, but it was the only way...
Once upon a time...

I ache…
Longing for my next chance...

You know
I hated you...

Take a look around-
What do you see...

I sit and sew, and look upon the woods
Where in some verdant glade I once did play...

All I have
All I have to give...