Our troops have fallen Their blood has been shead But let's not say that they are dead...
After you're finished and you wipe away your tears...
However, long it may take you...
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Memories of your little talks linger still, In dreams, vibrant nights of a colorful thrill. ...
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Don’t tell me you never think of us these days, or what we once were .. Not to...
Put my poems in a book please, not too small this time, so at least people can read interest within...
My soul is wrapped in light beneath the wrapping, yet, a shadow is always in sight… ...
Don’t ask me for how long, I’m not sure these days .. But for a while at least, we...
it is not the things that I strive to remember that sadden me and make me cry ...
Polly left school at fifteen, even before she had time to take her exams .....
Do not weep for me let your heart not feel sorrow for my life now faded into...
In the attic lies a dusty old piano
A piano covered with cobwebs
Cobwebs...
I pause, somewhat perplexed by what I feel— An ache that has withdrawn behind these walls. A...
This blank page I gaze upon, Bids me farewell, screams: ‘Begone! Begone with your words in...
Black top clouds on this crimson daze where I stood running away counting pebbles glazed in...
Forgotten solider Yesterdays footprints Gone...
Elder library Disappearing...
I swear that last night by candlelight I assume the same one that you claim to...
Lengthening now, summer moves on, more so now you're gone, but you're still with me, the yellow and...