waterfalls raging under an armpit enduring this hellish afternoon my body, my mind both cracked and dried slowly becoming a withered grape.
poem by Caesar Carine
do not speak to us of sacrifice for we are the ones who laugh, weep, strive with the little ones we feel their pain their struggles we move forward you are adorned with laurels enthroned in your cozy little kingdom we... Read more
my legs are the keys to my soul's inner sanctum walking past the busy street nonchalantly it is myself i am going to meet. Read more