confessed sins travel
from ear to lip
from lip to ear
until the confessor
recognises her own sin
in vain
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
confessed sins travel
from ear to lip
from lip to ear
until the confessor
recognises her own sin
in vain
Life is not the way it looks, rather it's the way we see it
Memories, Thoughts and Recipes
Recipes, tips, and interesting facts about life in general and quick and green gourmet cooking. Because life is short, and time is precious.
What Lies Beneath It All?
Nicole
Very interesting, Sonya. :)
Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this poem.
Waking up is a struggle.
All good wishes,
robert