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...