without clothes, face, 

color or light

it's corners or circles 

or whatever I might. 

I carry a bag of myself 

I share with everyone. 

Day, night, personal

or for that one person 

I never change when I am myself (always)

that's what I love. 

Makeup? sre, Shoes? 

anykind

My hand can write

but it also speaks 

a thousand more words

than I could drip with 

Ink. 

Colors, no need, except

for when I feel (always)

I draw close to me

flawelessly

that what is, is me. 

In the night, day, or afternoon. 

I will meet you in rockland, I will see

myself reflected and 

in it happiness

care and permanent

strength.