Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Who me?


And they asked me who I was
I wondered if they knew
'cause we are neither black nor white
Not always old or new

I told them that I was the one
Who made a million mistakes
Who burnt the bridge and crossed the river
And maybe that's what it takes!



Picture by~ InSUNNYty

Thursday, September 3, 2009

A Love Poem


Me ; and he who reads poetry to me,
Entwined, Encircled and Enveloped in words

Those words which cease to be.



Picture by
coopnkai