Three weeks had passed before I’d seen a semblance of herself she’d come to greet me from asleep she’d come down from her shelf She’d impart her knowledge and be seen by me – and me alone her music told of yesteryear I’d hear it in her tone She knew just when to stay away … Continue reading Three weeks had passed
I stand above the solitudeOf life that brought me here I wonder whether time surpassedWill ever displace fear I run and jump for eptitudeAnd stumble as I wave I find a place to captivateAnd so I stop to save A feeling of a life to lureAnd languish in lent love By those who walk the … Continue reading Solitude
Can I create more than myself And if I can, must I? Is livelihood (like solitude) About to pass me by? At times we associate With a view - a sight to see A sense of fatal curfew – Of our own mortality Can I build a house to share – Must I share it … Continue reading More than myself
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