Poems from Thechomania
I see and I reach, but I miss
I think and try, but I fail
Refusing to admit this
as a way to bail.
Not knowing what to call this,
I...
I see and I reach, but I miss
I think and try, but I fail
Refusing to admit this
as a way to bail.
Not knowing what to call this,
I...
(Dzibanche)
Intriguing, lush green path
leading to a mysterious dense forest.
Talking, walking. Crunch! Goes a branch.
Alas, there they...
Dark and silky,
clean and shiny.
There lies, akin to the devils,
those bewitching pupils.
Slowly advancing, four majestic paws.
Inside,...
Dark and silky,
clean and shiny.
There lies, akin to the devils,
those bewitching pupils.
Slowly advancing, four majestic paws.
Inside,...