Jun 12, 2021
Wrongdoer
~ a love poem for our times ~
In cul de sacs,
alleys
suks and bazaars
for him
I search
only for him, and
hooded eyes watch
then calculate
even as I recognize;
~ a love poem for our times ~
In cul de sacs,
alleys
suks and bazaars
for him
I search
only for him, and
hooded eyes watch
then calculate
even as I recognize;
Multimedia artist, writer, poet. “I could not have painted myself happy without painting myself sad first…” faridahaque@gmail.com