Write the poemthat is fighting to comefrom inside of you.
The waves seem to me like an army of horses wearing silver armour.
I’m not entirely sure if it’s you I loveOr just the feeling of being in love.Is it the taste of red wineOr its mild woozy…
Sunday morning poem
Cigarette buds
You are my favorite pitstop
So much miserySuch less poetryMakes it hard to live fullyHence, I write freelyTo make the cosmos…