Every night I lie in bed
Thinking of my last poem
It still has no words
But I know it’s about you.
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Every night I lie in bed
Thinking of my last poem
It still has no words
But I know it’s about you.
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Artist, Poet, Writer
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
A Mystical World
Benjamin Grossman 