The Kitchen
The poetry soup is a kitchen
Where I boil every herbal word
Of unspoken heart of arts
That whirlwind in shy me
And loved by most- this
Kitchen which is
Me, grown, on
Home of
Love
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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