Comments about Pamela Cordero
Isolated, all this time hither, twinge?
Subsist lost in the accomplished deceit,
Upon all of my feelings doth hinge
Remaining in the car, on the back seat
Each things betide for an acumen, why?
Akin the blade falls during Autumn, chosed path
Must a soul be conscious of pang and lie?
A being can find mirth, ecstasy, nathe
Did I break that road of life, found new way?
Came upon something that give such blessedness
That I have been given site this new day.
When I'm riding towards the road, shaped ess
But this time draws near, where I can be ...