I am a twenty-four brown-eyed Aruban wanderer; forever questioning where I'm going and where I've been. And when I'm not reading, I'm writing. When I'm not writing, I'm reading.
Furthermore, writing has always been my way of captivating a deep thought, grief, lost love, depression and even hatred (sometimes).
Feel free to read and comment on my weird, puzzling, obsessive, reckless and sometimes confusing poems. It's all about what you interpret from them that gets me buzzin'!
Thank you and have fun reading y'all.
-Lily Clarisa
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Sandy
Sandy
Sandy Sandy all raggedy,
Blowing and puffing as you go.
Raining and ruining,
The opposite of low.
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