Poems from Nelzealours Motoe Nelson
My heart is beating, beating for someone.
My ears are yearning, yearning to hear someone.
My eyes are missing, missing seeing someone.
My...
She's the music that plays every day in my ears
She's the poem I plan to write with my hands
She's the tranquillizer of my jumpy thoughts,...
I think that your eyes were made in an elsewhere place.
How does one explain this inconceivable beauty that makes you?
When I look into...