Life, before my eyes,
has been washing away.
through
Piece by piece,
I have put myself
together: a mosaic
I went the other way.
This poetry book contains 13 poems.
Pain leaves a stain
we can’t get out.
Life, before my eyes,
has been washing away.
Piece by piece,
I have put myself
together: a mosaic
I went the other way.
This poetry book contains 13 poems.
Pain leaves a stain
we can’t get out.
