Poems from mm10
joyous jukebox,
so pure,
so effortless,
comes the ringing of bells on a Sunday morning.
beautiful birds humming
the rhythms of the earth...
My world is better
As I hear the thunderous, yet peaceful waves.
It’s the most wonderful feeling ever.
Finally, this is my chance to be...
Imbecile.
That’s what they call me.
It’s not my fault
I’m occasionally late
And stubborn
And forgetful.
It’s like a never-ending fall
Into...