You told me about
your short hair-cut.
All I could see was a form
to capture my soul.
And I thought, it begins
with lips – lip to lip.
And ends with hands –
palm to palm.
A little touch on the
path of truth.
Drinking coffee on a cold day
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 