It’s there again
the blank page between
me and you and I let the poems
be that bridge which will lead me
elsewhere, you are sitting next to me
and I know you don’t care. For me
this abandonment from you also
is a love which I understand.
Dear Women
If I had been a loved person I would not have become a writer. I would have been a happy human being. I would write about the calm. I would write about happiness, and a lovely love life and to want to live so that it would be an incentive for life.
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