Poems from Somar

I associate two with eight. Maybe Because two fours make up one eight And one Four can be made up of two two’s. Or ‘cuz Two circles make...
I Praise with my hands folded                 And my knees bended. I’ll Praise standing and seated,                 Wherever I might be....
Add but wings of color  To the small caterpillar  who crawls amongst the shadows and Blossoms become airbourne
Since my mind can only hold so much, and since I've never tried to pour some memories out to make room for others Pencil and Paper  become...