Where once did bloom the rose of sweetest June, Now silence reigns, no bird nor cricket's tune....
Here, in this solemn parade of sorrow, Faces blur, voices merge, a sea of pity. They come,...
In this quiet world, where words are rationed, I've hoarded mine, like precious seeds. For...
Behold, young love, like dawn's first blush on high, A rosebud's bloom 'neath morn's awakening eye...
O Fortune, cruel and capricious sprite, That dost toy with the threads of our fates, Hear now...
I stand 'neath the weeping sky's grey, Where stone doth mark the end of day. A crow, dark as...
When she smiled like that she let just a little bit of light shine through...
Is there meaning in this fleeting world? Do we strive in vain, a story unfurled? Each breath...
A crystal orb, a doorway's gleam, A whispered call, a fragrant dream. Blossoms sigh,...
WILLIAMS PEN : -Williamsji Maveli Poet: ASRIEL DAWOOD Poem: GOING HOME...
Kindness: The body
Passion: Palm
Experience: Aura
Play: Alpha
Making smore's on a summer evening The marshmallows and the Chocolate were oozing The...
Medusa (Mitchell's Mum) I want you both out of here, quickly people. And wear hijabs.
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(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone...
Don't be afraid she most silently said There is nothing to do At the end but be...