Trovecy: My verses lead towards pure gold
Time Rhyme: To whom will it be sold...
All the fire in the world
is nothing...
Birds chirp on a branch
And providing the balance...
Moon was not faraway.
It rejected the evidence against the rhyme...
Running into it,
as running away from it...
As the sun is heading west
this part of the world is dim...
Trotting along; fighting death -
with delaying techniques...
I've grown petals, only to watch them fall...
like...
Black skies spread out all around
Lying on the hard ground looking up...
Humilities quest
Fragrant dandelion pillow, to rest my head on...
Tiny little glass snowflakes,
Fall upon the cold ground...
There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon...