Where is my land, Upon which I played. With which I sang, Of flowing rivers. The dust was there, The dirt was there. The insects of yore, The leaves on shore. Where is my land, Which made me what I ... Read More
Eulogizing a brook, Tennyson wrote, 'For men may come, and men may go, but I go on forever '. Same can be said of a tree, though the sense of motion is absent in this analogy. Like that tree outside ... Read More
Worries, troubles filled with grief; Can't I toss a & get some relief ? My life, turning into an unsuccessful tale ? Why is it going so pale ? In quest for answers, for solutions; I turn around, But ... Read More
She came to me And I knew she was there She touched me with her trembling hands And I could feel her presence Beside me - She had a pale face With a wire like hair She looked at me like a soulless ... Read More
I dream of the darkest night and a brightest dayBehold me and hold me tight until I fall on the groundReality is too blurred for me, I want to live on the cloudsI want to see what the ... Read More