When I first saw her, she was standing all alone Besides that coffee shop Had a notebook in her hand I could see Something she had written and drawn I wished she wasn't waiting for anyone If she was I wished it would be me She turned around and Started walking away from the coffee… Continue reading The coffee shop
Walking in the desert alone He comes across a man dressed in white An image of fountain crosses his mind.
She comes and goes gracefully I see her often Wondering who is she Who is she really? I want to know What's she like deep inside The real her That's hidden from the world Someday I'll ask her All the questions I have In my mind Someday I'll. Well,you can expect a flood of poetry… Continue reading Come and Go