Poems from Matolda
Life counts down like the clock
Heart pulse is life's expensive time
Life too weird to live
Time too rare to seek
Time is illusion
After...
A WOMAN UNLIKE NO OTHER.
Who first had her eyes on me, who first saw my imperfections and all, who showed me love and acceptance and helped...
DEADFALL;A MAN IS GONE
It was in the late morning
In a room, in the building;wasn't the best room
But better than most, windows wide
On a...