Poems from tlocurto
There's a mother caring for her child,
Who has the ability to calm the wild.
Her strength is that of an ox tenfold,
But she is calm, like a...
I live my life by a code
To never get drunk nor high,
But people think me queer or rude.
My code exiles me from the cliques,
Never invited...
The storm in the distance begins to stir,
And here I stand with the ice beneath my feet.
The gusting wind is cold, harsh, and bitter,
The...