Poetry from the "Bona Fide" series
Beauty speaks to me; talents and gifts Flirt my way I look into the eyes of Sinn’s children And see they are astray Their actions and reactions scream Out: help me, please Though they hide their iniquities Cleverly I see Dexterity is my virtue, vulpine am I To love is what I preach, Unconditionally The game of life, where love is the Only key… being free Confidently I await beauty—as she lacks Understanding with her knowledge Words of illumination… Are within my hand; I await talents And gifts,... Sign in to see full entry.