Poems from leandradebono
I am as a dog chasing a butterfly through the grass,
A baby crying for his mother to hold him,
A masterpiece without a frame.
All...
A mirror only shows what you let it;
It displays an image which eyes can distort.
Most teenagers see a less-than-perfect image,
But the...
From the moment I walk into the door,
Up runs a familiar face.
Huge chocolate eyes open wide and a mouth open even wider,
A small rosy...