One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.
Monday, April 24, 2017
What if my will is just some crazy fella who climbs the rocks before and after drinks? What if one day he wills to break the habit? What will I do without chasing him?
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