I remember how your photos would spark the poet in me, how your shots are like muses that breathed life to my poetry. How you sprinkled my poems with your kind words, generously.
How in each exchange of message I’ve got to know the man behind the camera, the man so composed and so inspiring, and the hiding inside a shell, truthfully hungry for love but acting like it is the last thing he needed.
r. c. gonzales – roy | page 139 of Poems for S
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Sharing with you some excerpts of my upcoming book, Poems for S!
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