Days Of Lull(-aby)

Photo by Dương Nhân from Pexels The days pass by like breaths on a window glass, creating a wall of mist, only to disappear and get replaced by another wall of mist. Freedom was all I wanted, I wonder. Freedom from going to work. But am I really free? Moderately, a voice says. In Keira Knightley's words from... Continue Reading →

May 21, 2020 0

Lamentations

I hear no sound, no music profound, But the beatings of my solitary heart, A lullaby calling thus slumber, “Sleep, fellow, sleep.” A thousand sweat I shed, so did A thousand drops from mine eyes, To no avail I toiled, just to be With the beatings of my solitary heart. Slumber brings me to her... Continue Reading →

September 16, 2012 0

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