Maestro Poem by Exequiel Consolacion
Maestro
MAESTRO
It is like a cinnamon sweet
Dreaming in English must be a fate.
Filled my mind with a white delicious cream
Tomorrow will come, seeing him in scheme.
Every time I go home,
He appears as a silhouette in my tome.
I learn everything from him.
That life is the theme.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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