We gathered around the ancient tree For knowledge was being imparted Men of liquid worth were being made They were being poured into rigid molds, Of blinded order, toil and loyalty, but their Read More
There is a river, It flows through the loam of my emotion. It washes away my pain But ,spent by it will my spirit remain. Through the swirls of my dark I have yearned for you And in my dreams I Read More
Crawling over the rolling circus Looking for the horizon to show us How towers are no trees Fountains, no soft ponds Sky is changing the shade of its color, And it seems like I am in the middle of Read More