Poems from Joaquin
Empires will grow
But fade just as fast.
Poetry resonates
To the future the past.
Nothing can withstand
The power of innovation.
Except...
A little Bird flew to my window sill
and sat still as I played on my harmonica.
Tunes of sadness and sorrow filled the air,
still mourning...
I was dazed and confused, and it hit me so hard I could feel every hair stand up on my neck, perhaps trying to escape just as I wanted to...