I'm waiting for the joy of life
That your approach will bring
Biding time in worried bouts
And ever, waiting
You tease me from the high tree tops
As birds your presence warning
Biding time in worried bouts
And ever, waiting
And now you're here in fluttered fur
So flippant in your styling
I'm coming for your precious scent
No longer, waiting
The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior
Aware
The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior
Sunday, October 07, 2012
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