Sorrow doesn’t match my mind
I read about it in the New York times
A magazine for the glowers of this world
Why read nasty and not poetry?
A prose question for the many.
My smile lingers for a little while
What I once read depicts in the past
And I foresee a future like my words
The letter in the pages
Dusty brown is the covering of the
Article I read last night using
my
Little lamp at my bed side.
'Discover the mystery of womanhood' a book author titled his book
What an awful name it was given
The little thing didn’t mind only
Leaving my own worry,
A smile still lingers for many have read and concluded, what an irony
My friend Maria says it may
At times on a boring Sunday
just for a smile to linger even more.
I remember the bedtime stories told by my mother.
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Woman
Poesia'Woman' is a collection of poems that explores themes of love lust emancipation grief death loneliness and all about a she in my world.
