Married, self-employed window cleaner. |
He knelt down to help the flower,
It's purple cup drooping, full of rain...
Tears speak unspoken words,
Silently they trickle...
see my face reflected in her eyes,
Blue limpid pools of paradise...
Sometimes you can’t avoid
Contracting this good disease...
Weeping for a World
Saturated with fear and hate...