Fall
I fell once more,at your feet, forlorn,with no hope, no aim,no joy, no voice to proclaim. Like a pilgrim astray,lost in the mist and the scythe’s … Continue reading Fall
I fell once more,at your feet, forlorn,with no hope, no aim,no joy, no voice to proclaim. Like a pilgrim astray,lost in the mist and the scythe’s … Continue reading Fall
They didn’t understand your tears…Neither does your sigh when you turn the corner… They did not hear your sobs…Not your faults, not your tears… They did … Continue reading The loneliness of the poet