Poems from Didi black

Can I cry out loud the memories of time how beautiful are your melodies flavored with the strings I am a tourist to your sounds your...
Can I cry out loud the memories of time how beautiful are your melodies flavored with the strings I am a tourist to your sounds your...
THE MODEL Lights, cameras and captures expressing features of a picture. no acrimony, just a moment to pay money for a memory make ups only...
THE CHILD WITH A GUN The child with a gun is bliss cause ignorance is bliss right? and suddenly why does everyone care for life with hearts...
RENDEZVOUS He stood there watching away like he just don't care listening to the radio and whistling along into the cold air she is pissed...