Poems from lkuba
Fairy tales and stories
Fairy tales and stories
Why can’t they make
The last page with truth?
See I’m sitting here wishing
All I had to...
Painted on thick walls of stone
Beneath years years where
They wrote. Of great hunts of
Wild beasts of things they
Were truly grateful for...
Hair.
Brown.
Dark
Brown
And
Burly.
Curly.
Surely
You
Won’t
See
Me
The
Way
I
See
Your
Hair.
Wait.
Listen.
You
Never
Will.
Not
How
I
Listen...