Poems from loveworks12
Rambling is a nasty habitOf filling up too many spacesTo suggest progress.I don’t think it’s fair to your yourself.The words are not...
Joyous are my wordsEscaping through their swollen dry mouths.My own penmanship floating through the air.All whom lay close draw near to...
Dazed and without sleep,Softly pushing at my windowI see.The heavy fog, roll into the valley.The Desert, the Meadows.Strange and...