carriekawa
Junior Member

I like to express my self in different medias

Joined: July 2022 Last seen: 1 year ago

Submitted Poems 3 total

Clarity CLARITY When did I CHANGE when did I lose sight of myself In the mid-December of youth gone by The many cold Februarys that fall off the calender I WAS ONCE SOMETHING, AND NOW i feel nothing When did I stop feeling, how did this numb settle in... – *by Carrie Ann Kawa*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Man of White and stone MAN OF WHITE AND STONE He sits on a chair of stone,eyes closed, feet on ground hands clasped together in prayer of thought. this man of many tongues dressed in robes of many shades of white different from the next his skin is the purity of white... – *by Carrie Ann Kawa*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Man of White and stone MAN OF WHITE AND STONE He sits on a chair of stone,eyes closed, feet on ground hands clasped together in prayer of thought. this man of many tongues dressed in robes of many shades of white different from the next his skin is the purity of white... – *by Man OF White and Stone*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

CLARITY
When did I CHANGE
when did I lose sight of myself
In the mid-December of youth gone by
The many cold Februarys that fall off the calender
I WAS ONCE SOMETHING, AND NOW i feel nothing
When did I stop feeling, how did this numb settle in...

– by Carrie Ann Kawa

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Man of White and stone

MAN OF WHITE AND STONE
He sits on a chair of stone,eyes closed, feet on ground hands clasped together in prayer of thought.
this man of many tongues dressed in robes of many shades of white different from the next
his skin is the purity of white...

– by Carrie Ann Kawa

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