Poems from mhan
Everyday I come this way
To hear the music gaily play;
Or do my fingers hit the notes
And run them till they're burning smote?
Alas...
Presumptuous and regal thriceAnd once I thought a bit and wonTwice I've drawn it so but missedOr maybe there were simply none.
Five I've...
I'm a'walking
And so are you
Each in a long fur coat
Black to the knees.
The fashionista's languor
Worn in a crowded bus stop
Catches...