A poet from Harlem NY, that loves to tell stories through the art of poetry.
I shy away for to be hidden When nothing else matters When not being heard enough To press forward in my path As outside noises
By Mistello4 years ago in Poets
April is here For I love the sound of water That crashes to the ground Creating a song from mellow precessions Upon hitting my windows
With sonnets of the mind Glowing as the sun shines Two beautiful views in the eyes To happen in such light An angel in white
