New Steps
Of A Mothers Journey
Are Life Lessons
Of Love Unspoken
Souls Telling Selves
Is it Ever Like this?
Real Life?
The Never ending Bliss
Or the rush I receive
When the Man With a Dog
Bites Me
I Find This to be
What Fascinates me
And the definition of FREEDOM
Or is Freedom A carrot?
The Fact Is
Where is heaven if
My Wardrobe is a portal
As my Memory is a Prison
Of why My First Kiss Died
Yet no one knows
Who's The Ghost.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoesíaThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
