Journal -
Day: L / as / t
I- Life, vow...
To protect and care,
to be fair,
to let go- of all the anger,
and let go without a fuss.
I smell the roses,
on the side of the road,
I see the black carriage,
and the black horse.
I keep it as long as I go,
black carriage,
then I let it out, in one big blow,
black shadow.
Let me go;
Red.
-25.3.2023
-Z.R.w
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Loner thoughts
PoesíaHi, my names Red Life, I write poems. I wanted to make a book of all my poems about different things I felt and what went inside my head. If you relate to any of these. I know sorry doesn't do nothing. But I am. I am sorry.
