"The joy of a black man with a pen" who was on the road of forgeting the pen was his best friend it was there when he cried it was there when he smile but because of the unseen paths of life he forgot his friend his heart went from hot to mild forgeting the mountains they had climed his friend left his mind from afar came a african woman who reminded him that his true friend was leaveing an forever he will be bleeding


03/08/2015
© By: P. k the Poet