This is our first post from Larry, an inmate on Death Row in Pennsylvania fighting for his exoneration. Watch forĀ more of his work here on our blog.
The Woman
Her mysterious strength within
carries an aura
of sea water
whispers not dreams.
Upon her face
are two glowing candies
illuminating a romantic vision
and her hands
harness a shower
of twinkling stars.
She smiles
like the crescent
and her thoughts travel
like the scent
of botanical gardens.
First a princess
then a queen
but always an angel.
Her beauty
is the nest
of our eggs.
The counter part
of life …
The Woman.
lovely poem.