"Let's draw ourselves
with the old colors" she said.
I forgot the answer
I can only remember the shapes
that we draw.Me:
A moon face
with ants hands
and titans body.
Her:
A hourglass
with silk hands
and ice feet.
About Me
J.L.
Poet
I am an amateur writer of poetry. The english isn't my primary language so this blog is meant to show my evolution in poetry as my english skills improve. Here you can find poems and my thoughts about different topics like poetry, cinema and art.
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