Authorz: daVallan

Whisper light and silent as a thought, Thru a sky of shifting hue, Windless wings so kindly bear her, Toward the gates of new. Cold…

black the wells of misery that spill the gems of pain cold the hands that clasp frail hope in sorrow’s rain lonely cries of hopelessness…

the rivers run red with the blood of our sons the sky is burnt black by the smoke of our guns the hand we stretch…

Vines of flowers gently creeping over crumbling graying stone spreading color on the dullness spilling waves of lovely tone Paint is peeling curling backward from…

Merry music laughing from the house upon the hill, Heavy hammers clanging on the metal in the mill Children chatter as they clatter on the…

All the worlds that we see Are only shadows of reality Like a painting without art Or a lover with no heart Eyes are clouded…