she once was proud and more than this.
then once apart and now we are more than close.
hair dirty and bedraggled likes the dark to park.
and late at night the drive is all too short.
ally ways your home to more than ghosts and shadows.
her bed of cardboard made unlike the rest.
while mogan davids line of sight is always ever clear.
and when i kiss devinne and leave her breath, is death a cloud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem