Yours is the eyes of innocence the goat which bounds on rocks,
it is free, it has no master,
When I wake up in the morning and Aurora greets me with a warm
embrace and the birds, egress— I remember the smile in your
eyes, as the dews drip from the sky.
(Excerpted from “Without a Name” a collection of poems by Val
.K., coming soon.)
Val .K. is a poet, and a nature lover. A collection of his poems
“Without a Name” will soon be published by AuthorHouse, U.S.A.
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