A Dulhug road infront of me,
Rode my bike at the Count of three,
Could not Stop, I Shouted Wee....
I Crashed infront of a Mango Tree.
A Dulhug road infront of me,
Rode my bike at the Count of three,
Could not Stop, I Shouted Wee....
I Crashed infront of a Mango Tree.
In darkness I walk
Stumble, grapple and wobble
Wisdom smells the folk
like sunshine through trees,
your voice cut through leaves of these -
soft sun to light snow.
i am really really liking this. but i found out i have a lot to learn.
http://members.tripod.com/~Startag/HkTips.html
probably doesn't match the format above
sometimes i wonder
the chances i never took
too little too late
that's okay. it's still good work. :mrgreen:
from sunlit hair
now soaked with rain
wet slippers
love is a pimple
at the tip of my nose
makes me see things funny
frigid airs caress
makes me shiver to death
somebody hug me tight
gladly will i spend a day,
if you were the rain,
under a ceiling with holes
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