The sunrise will never know its beauty For it is too far No matter how much we shout The clouds will never know how soft they are
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Many of us do not know what we want in the moment until it passes Drowned in life’s vastness So take all of your chances
Oh, My Lady Fair, How my heart beats for you You make me feel as if I have the flu My Lady of the Raven Hair * Your beauty is so rare.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
A grieving day to follow prizing night, Quintessence of self-sorrow, hazy blue, One brief display of hope for pathways new,
By Conor Darrall4 years ago in Poets
This impasse beads cold-sweat upon my brow, The indecision stays my mind in doubt. This novel I've been writing twelve-months now,
