Ulla

Many a Baritone singer, makes no sense to me, starts my head ringing, your face pales the tide, poems dance by the sea, no need to ask why, can we ever make history, each morning released, what has passed by night, to laughter and Cafe's, beneath brown lights, tell stories as they ride, like sunshine at the beach, brings a taste of ease, bold circumstances believe, who makes us decide, demand of our own dreams, ask where love resides, like angels released ?