Michael Ron May 13, 2019
2 CommentsBorn on distant shores,
Didn't know you before.
My moon was your sun,
Not anymore.
I can see you now,
As you paint with words.
Gift smiles and tears,
Take away all of our fears.
I hope you won't stop,
As you show us your soul,
Share your pain and hope.
When I close my eyes,
I see all of your lines,
Wipe off my tears,
And hold onto your rhymes.
