Where I'm from, birds never sing goodbye,Deserted streets adorned by springtime hueWait for our once mirthful spirits to pass by. Ignored all facts and believed their lies,Sacrifices adorned the morning like winter dew;Where I'm from, birds never sing goodbye. Brave were they, who chose to fight and tryAgainst the storm that raged incessant and now... Continue Reading →
Villanelle I
I will walk, walk for now that way And hope for brown chocolate cakes Some day 'Neath rainy skies see your way. To hopeless caverns I will not stray, To glittering castles I will pave my way I will walk, walk for now that way. When windows steam in months of May, And the Sun... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 