If I forged myself I am not true
I am someone noone ever knew it
Or am I copied from a famous man
Giving him a bosom of some span
Do not confuse with your art and craft
In the corner angels often laugh
Day: November 17, 2021
Sun in November
The sun shines on the river and it gleams
Sparkling water,bouncing golden beams
Two ducks float without much will or hope
Let them find it some pleasure as they mope
How my heart sings 