Human as I am
uniquely masked man
mine is filled with iniquities
a lover enthralled by beauties
...
Read full text
We poets are very lucky people. By our words we live, by our words we also survive. Warm regards, Sandra
Dear Marvin, all our bodies go back to earth, your poems remain for all to read, your thoughts they become our dreams.
People being loved are never forgotten.They always have a special place in their hearts. A poem so deep and in anguish, somebody has to cry.Yup, i love this..