Stuck in isolation
for this virus thing is rife...
What do you want from me
Tell me what it is you need...
We were fearfully and wonderfully made,
built to endure endless onrushing of strife...
A secret
Thus it fell...
Let us reason together?
Oh sweet society, so much good, bad, and piety...
The irony of society
A law was penned and framed and set...
Sonnet 17
A darkness does not subsist, as a light...
(I)
Majestic; globalism's own pulsing heart...
My future is a blank paper
nestling inside a fortune cookie...
This town is a poem
These roads are eloquent...
Born in a regular family
With principles & endless dreams...
We mellow soldiers and callow sons of Rome,
contently ill impressed by our house at home...