the French jazz music was new to my ears
fascinating and new
soft and touched with the love of a well spoken language.
i sat on the edge of the sidewalk
my arms cradling my skateboard on one side
s'il vous plait...
retourne à mes bras,
the water that trickled down the side of the road was clear from the light spring rain
a la fin de vos vacances...
je serait seul sans vous,
my head was clear with the refrain
vous oublierez moi,
avec un aire de beaux danses.
YOU ARE READING
the lowest heights
PuisiI thought to write this book as a little more abstract and informal because I needed something that's just a small escape from everyday life because, as all of you probably know, life is hard. I hope you enjoy these small poems and little rants. Tha...
