To whoever you areI can't promise you money,And I can't promise you comfort,But I can promise you a warm handWhen the darkness comesAnd a warm smileWhen all the world rages around us.
PoetryI have waking nightmaresThat it's too late,That I'm too far ,That I've murdered the poetryWhich was being born inside me.I search everywhere I goLooking for its remnants,Not knowing the point in timeOr the place where it was lost.I wonder sometimesIf a glance from your eyesOr a word from your lipsOr even a prayer From the hidden chambers of your heartMight bring it flooding back into my soul.The language which I fear is n...
PoetryIn the city late at night,Just me, my music, and my gun.A light drizzle through the haze,Orange light posts shine along the street,Illuminating millions of droplets in the halos.Hard cruel and dangerousBut beautiful too.I walk the city late at night,Just me, my music, and my gun.
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