Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
holding hands they whisper away sometimes talking dime a dozen lost in a world of their own
when one stops, the other picks up non-stop chatter never ends no one outside of them can fathom
female bonding starts so very early carrying us through our trials and tribulations, of our colourful lives