I cried again..

Today, I saw a painting It was a painting I made of Dad A silhouette of him, With his back facing me It was pretty and pithy Smeared with sad tears And splotches of mothers’ charcoal dusts I remembered I had cried painting it I cried again.. Because, maybe if he was an angel I […]

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  Would you remember the day? With weary hours, that day Tired like termite and droned like bee Laid my beaten body to sleep Coaxed my chaotic head to calm Before I sensed your troubled palm Planting waters on my hungry waist Arousing my sleeping to shock Hot rolling, ice stilled blood walk Up all […]

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