Poems from ous_tuvas
First before writing this poem
let me tell you about a little token.
i found it one day, at the side of a street
shiny so shiny
i couldn't...
he talked ,
I laughed.
he smiled,
i laughed.
he drove,
i laughed.
he hurt,
i laughed.
he left,
i cried.
he came back,
i laughed.
What is a poet?
is it someone that no it?
a poet is said to write and read.
with rhymes that scoundrel and grows,
catchy but meaningful....
It is so Tremendously unbelieveble
how one can kill for paper
imagine how such simple thing is fougth for
when it can be destroyed so...
I am from the central part of Africa, from makossa and bikutsi;
from” a house built of love” and a room filled with kindness and wisdom...