The deaths I suffered,
began in my soul.
And in the interchange.
Between the glint of waves,
and the worms in the mouth.
The most that can be said,
is that my passion for love,
is no less.
Happy Hour
The deaths I suffered,
began in my soul.
And in the interchange.
Between the glint of waves,
and the worms in the mouth.
The most that can be said,
is that my passion for love,
is no less.
A Wandering Poet 