Charles Bukowski - Marina

Charles Bukowski - Marina

majestic, majic br infinite br my little girl is br sun br on the carpet- br out the door br picking a flower, ha! br an old man, br battle-wrecked, br emerges from his br chair br and she looks at me br but only sees br love, br ha!, and I become br quick with the world br and love right back br just like I was meant br to do.


User: PoemHunter.com

Views: 208

Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 00:44