Poems from Dayo759

Recognize my existence, for we exist for recognition  To be hot like thermal tension that is mixed with herbal riches  Those who are...
    Stanza I  The shape of my, my soul is hard to see when half of me  Lies below, underneath, underneath the blue and green  I...
A child of a certain age when reading is a pain Is asked, “Well, Jane what did you learn today?” Without a thought in her brain nor...