Poems from Chloe Dichoso
The simple joy of autumn leaves
Warm, gold hues on a sullen creek
The beauty of their short descent
The ephemeral life we all are meant...
I Am the Unborn Child
I am the unborn child
Who refuses to see the light
Of days drenched in black clouds
My hearth breathes in
Falling and...
I am the unborn child
Who refuses to see the light
Of days drenched in black clouds
My hearth breathes in
Falling and falling
Over...