It’s not about understanding the words, It is understanding the feelings enclosed. -S.H. about poetry These days. Like a storm with its residuals. Devastation upon the circumstances. Circumstances of knowing…
Category: Life
Delicacy has lost it’s touch. Like the city of Atlantis, forgotten. It is now the age upfront criticism. And a banner of wants. I’d wish it never left. Subtility…
With the current situation of merry and jolly, I think that it is drown with a sorrowful mellow. It’s a wobble and a trouble of nothing like a jelly. But…
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Tis is for dear Avril 🙂
She closed her eyes, creased Shut them tight. Yet released the tension. As let her lashes touched. In delight. Her head, it turned. Her ears awakened. The sounds of birds.…
I kept it silent Like the howling wind in a barren, Land. Where soulless city thrives, Filled with dust and sand. The rats ran swift, With clicking sounds That…