A poem I wrote while I was in one of the smaller streets of Manila, where a beggar approached me and asked for money in which i refused to give. Please do give your comments and insights! constructive criticism is highly appreciated!
how I met Shannon and what I felt at the time. Confused, shy, curious, engrossed, but careful. She had an air of mystery to her when I first caught a glance of those grey eyes. I wanted to know more about her.
