I recited two of my quotes plus a sonnet I made a few hours before this recording. Ignore my lack of eye contact, lol.
--
The Forgotten Farmer
Sitting There below the forest shade,
Lays a farmer of distant travels.
And as a result of all his journeys made,
With open eyes a mystery he unravels.
As a human he had several needs
And with their absence he was doomed.
As a plowman, along he picked the weeds.
Yet it seemed the flowers never bloomed.
He was left alone in a distant field,
Which his friends had left behind with aberration.
Their friendship, like a fruit, had been his effort's yield.
And he never expected of their part such evacuation.
With love and passion his fruits were seeded
But after sprouting, his love was no more needed.
Link to this comment:
All Comments (0)