23 April 2012
Poems on a wall,
'bout summer, winter, spring and fall.
Quite simple, they are all,
like those you'll find at nearest mall.
But there's more to those of mine, 'cause even if the mass-produced are fine,
they're cold and heartless, just made to rhyme, while I put so much love, in every, single line
Thoughts 'bout Poems • Opuss № I