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.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Photo by James Rainsford
in heated sun I stood guard to burdens of world one of God's creature sat on my head shading me from sun breeze tickles my beard