'Silly girl',
The old lady smiled
'your different
was
your beautiful
all along.'
Little did she knew
that the girl is a strong cup of black coffee
in a world that is drunk on a cheap wine of a
shallow love.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
