As I wander
As I wander
through the bitters and sweets of life
demons talk to me
and
angels make love to me
I don't know where my soul wants to go.
Should I run
to the loving angels of light
or play with these old familiar demons of dark?
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Beautiful Madness
ŞiirThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
