Slowly I am becoming
the woman with the same name.
The one who is sung to endlessly
in different melodies and languages.
Loved passionately and missed dearly.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC
Slowly I am becoming
the woman with the same name.
The one who is sung to endlessly
in different melodies and languages.
Loved passionately and missed dearly.
Day 3 of National Poetry Month
