Babette : Writing

So there he was.

So there he was.

A Poem by Babette


So there he was. Standing off to the side. Looking down at his feet, not meeting anyone of the faces that past him. I looked from where i was. Hi..
Therapy 1

Therapy 1

A Poem by Babette


Therapy wendsdays at six. I Wish they were everyday.
1945

1945

A Poem by Babette


A poem about a man after the holocaust and world war two is over.
untitled

untitled

A Poem by Babette


its about time my child who grows from the ground with an acron.
Absolute Secret.

Absolute Secret.

A Poem by Babette


Two loves in their workplace.
The parrot who dreams.

The parrot who dreams.

A Poem by Babette


:D a parrot who sleeps on the first day of sunshine after winter.

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