Poem -
to his birth
numbers knowing
the last of this
to no one
there he was standing
naked in the rain
everyone laugh
as the music played on and on
no movement to the test
as it soulfully played on him
so dark it was
to his silence
so begins to his cry
and the rain poured on
to his birth
no level to embrace
for there he was .......another chance
a rebirth it was
as they shower him with
lipstick.
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Comments
Different, unique… So Lorris! I love it.
Bernadete