The gate of life unguarded Adorned with souvenirs of those who remain And those who long departed In this grith All sorrow and all joy contain Lorn place, embrace or glee Read More
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We speak like a saint and write like a philosopher we know of convictions words wrapped with compassion yet our actions define merely a glass of water minds had memorised Read More
For years, priceless treasures which I had nurture The abode of all mortals from giant to miniature Flowing through mystic waters or floating on silent seas Buried in ice sheets Read More
The kettle whistles and my eyes opens swiftly Unfamiliar walls, objects and a scent A woman holding a tray walks by briskly She hands me cup from which threads of Read More
Reciting a fable as her teary eyes wept Breathing were characters as people lay dead To child who earned his dreams as he slept Cradled on her lap, life is Read More
