A letter to you whose
life is mal-adjusted and predicted
or mistaken
as a tour de force
Forseen and forbbiden
like the abandoned life
or a soldier's rhyme
a rifle
no need to play it slow
low or safe
no need to hde anyway
or shy
away
your mind
this is your
own
baby chime
yours ...
very own
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment