we filter a sunset or a sunrise and the grass and the trees and the oceans into a consolation; into an experience distorted by one’s…
Leave a Commentwe filter a sunset or a sunrise and the grass and the trees and the oceans into a consolation; into an experience distorted by one’s…
Leave a Commentthe drives power one and pleasant things are remembered; an identity is evolved in pleasures and pain makes its mark; and the yearnings create the…
Leave a Commentmy brain’s like a chicken marinated and ready for the roast my ideas ancient and my thoughts mediocre my speech an inaudible mumble and still…
Leave a CommentWinter’s cold. The year grows old. Trees are bare. No flowers fair do bloom. The day it’s dark And night fires spark. The stream is…
Leave a CommentSometimes… I concern… Why? I love my angel of dreams… She never came back… I knew it… She left me without saying single word… I…
Leave a Commenta million universes over i could search, never once discovering a body as grand as hers coruscating charms hang from the chandelier and if i…
Leave a CommentI hear a dull voice when I open the drawer. ‘Hey! Nobody strikes a match and I stuck in a corner How can I bear…
Leave a Comment‘Hello! A very familiar face and I am certain that we have met somewhere else before.’ He started the conversation. ‘I have no any idea…
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