Poems from Rhoüwe
I like the way the threads become embroidered to my memories,
So effortlessly, as if they were night around constellations.
Lively...
I was told my mom saw ugly faces
when she looked at a mirror.
But I could never understand
how such a thing was possible.
Until I saw ugly...
Well then, let’s stand face to face
Right here, right now;
And close your eyes.
And if there is anyone around you,
Listen not, to their...