Poem -
to his birth
numbers knowing
the last of thisĀ
to no one
there he was standing
naked in the rainĀ
everyone laugh
as the music played on and onĀ
no movement to the test
as it soulfully played onĀ himĀ
so dark it was
to his silence
so begins toĀ his cry
and the rain poured on
to his birth
no level to embrace
for there he was .......another chanceĀ
a rebirth it was
as they shower him withĀ
lipstick.
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Comments
Different, uniqueā¦ So Lorris! I love it.Ā
BernadeteĀ
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