Poems from ngopes
The mind deserts the body it has used
Don’t live like waiting for death
silence in heaven
The lantern light from deeper in the barn
Shone...
Turning over, I see the rain falling in heavy drops,
behind the houses that lay in the folds of the hill.
I hear the first drop of rainfall...
What is it to be born
than we might know
that we are
when you realize that
you are alive
I bite my dry lower lip,
As I sit down with my back against the cold wall,
both hands clasp behind my head,
Looking through the stained...
The smell of grayish leather
wafts inside
calm and serene
country song hits
the radio station