Inevitable. It was a
death waiver. Would you like to
see yourself in the mirror for a roadmap?
Call it quits? Irretrievable?
Truth comes back when we are on fire.
Over your thoughts the tears float.
The pain lives behind
your eyes. Tarantula starts moving
Cuban spider gives a wooly bite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem sir! Thanks for sharing...5 stars.