Bukowski poem— The most beautiful woman.
The most beautiful woman Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading
The most beautiful woman Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading
Happy Saturday everyone—- The first dandelion The streets are empty, the houses are quiet. I wonder where are the children? I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled. One… Continue reading
Originally posted on Ethos Of Solitude:
I have chased many things, Leaving my home behind, Like the moist in leaves Moved across hundred miles, Listening to my storyteller. He talks about being a…