In the train to Paris, on my way to visit my aunt.
I should write simple verses
Not elegant ones
Just naives, shorts
Honests verses
Not to be famous
Nor to be beautiful
Not even to feel
A little less hurt
Just to notice
The world passing by
poème pourri 3.
I should write simple verses
Not elegant ones
Just naives, shorts
Honests verses
Not to be famous
Nor to be beautiful
Not even to feel
A little less hurt
Just to notice
The world passing by