Saturday, September 25, 2021

Super happy poetry

A woman stand like her hair. 

No swing against the sway. 

Just a blow in the wind.

Her face looks out at the sunrise. 

Her eyes more precisely. 


Whether over a freeway or with some ice cream.


But she smiles. She remembers that she has no children. 


The deep secret Michelangelo hid like a sun with a center plant. 

A courageous Madonna needs no child in front to be like a sunset. Beautiful and able to view and stand still with the moonlight on the road.

Gravel sounded as im happy to hear from friends. 

A van that i remember and never needed to borrow. 

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