I came to be the man I was before I became me And wandered through the time of yore one called one’s destiny I washed away those earthly thoughts and left them where they lay And walked along the greener path with no time to left to stray I sensed a smell in garden’s bloom … Continue reading ‘I’
Should one worry in this world of true belief Or shed the tears of simpletons – foretold The essence of true feelings – taken – sold To fickle sorts discerning hollow eyes Choices field the art of understanding Tolerance the art of love held dear Pray – be pleased we fall for goodness Ne’er for … Continue reading My eyes
Sweet Nothing lived for ‘morrow Plenty lived today And when she saw him walking Dressed in scarlet – she in gray She’d whisper to the children And fly above the sky And flap her wings and shudder And stay up past bed-time She’d deplore the clouds with rain So thunder felt distraught And offer words … Continue reading Sweet Nothing
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