In this land of free spirit
Free touch, free sound
Where I can breathe easy
Toes treading lightly on ground
A place where I am all I can be
Empty touches, empty sounds
To them I am my reputation
Through waxed eyes they see me
In this land of free spirit
Free touch, free sound
Where I can breathe easy
Toes treading lightly on ground
A place where I am all I can be
Empty touches, empty sounds
To them I am my reputation
Through waxed eyes they see me
Selected Poems
Etudes in Writing
Part time actor, aspiring writer of poetry and prose and full-time idiot with a heart.
Don't let the mystery of you go unknown
original poetry by yours truly, all copyrighted.
537neon. HUMAN visits NATURE.