Poems from dmascarenasdiaz
A trip at the end of June.
One of those yellow summers muttered with new tales and new hormones -
Of gold and silver highlights -
Of...
#TheDayYouLoseABrotherForever
I am what I am -
Whether I can - Whether a plan -
To be a conscious genius -
Of what lies - And what is man.
I prayed once when I was...