Hands like the sand's surface, strong yet smooth,
Eyes reflecting a sunset, honey, russet, maroon,
Skin made from molasses, yet the taste quite opposite,
A bitter man may hide his tears,
The bitter man weeps for years.
Karina Guardiola-L (c)
Poet: Karina Guardiola-L
read: 2992 times Rating:Date: 15 June, 2008
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