Under moon shadows.
I eat cold rice.
And pluck sad memories
from their grave.
What else to do,
at 3 A.M..
In this deep isolation
and convicts rest.
I yearn for freedom
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 