There was an error in this gadget


essay:#113: Losing myself...

In the sweet poetry of Banksy....


Anonymous man, travels the world.
Leaving his signature, all round.
My sweet avatar.
And little girl, lost.


A year passes, since she left.
Where d'you go, momma?
All out in the cold.
How I miss your smile.
Your warmth.
Your love....

# transmission ends #