Dear Phill
How does love make me feel?
I don´t know how to explain you, Phill
The first time I met you very nervous I was
So nervous that I feel like a rabbit without grass
In the evening in the park full of baloons
I was that confused by your love I couldn´t find the moon
Where are you now lovely Phill?
C´mon search me, I want to invite you a milk
Lovely work, Agus. I really like the opening of your poem. I like the way it sounds and the fact that you´re addressing it to this mysterious "Phill".
ResponderEliminarOne funny thing about this name is that it also allows the reader to make connections with the verb "feel", since they sound quite alike. Did you realise?
Lovely picture as well!
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