You don’t have to be literate
to read the room.
days
Some days are gray days.
Behind every mask
hides a hurting face.
I looked in the crystal ball.
It takes a special kind
of eyes to look around
and notice a paradise.
You don’t have to be literate
to read the room.
Some days are gray days.
Behind every mask
hides a hurting face.
I looked in the crystal ball.
It takes a special kind
of eyes to look around
and notice a paradise.