Luis Estable Poems
Sonnet # 209
Like water fresh that one picks up to drink.
Like fan that cools the soul on a hot day
That`s what you are to me I gladly think,
And truthfully I pray for it to stay.
Like laughter after pain, or sadness some.
Yes, like one-hundred bills when one is broke
Into my world you sweetly sweet do come
And with dear happiness my all you soak.
That`s what you are yes woman of my brain.
And thanks to you I`m not no help insane.
My days are not cracked-dry thanks to your rain.
And you`re so good at times you rain champagne.
You`re helping me just dwelling in my ...
Do We (An Epigram)
Do we catch a train,
Or to the store do run?
This is picking my brain.
The way we language use.