I am an Analyst, Fiction and Poetry Writer. |
He barely moved in balky visage
As the wintry day dismissed our dialogue...
You're a precious mother to many
You're a living mother to all life...
O’ almighty, forgive our sins.
O saviour, we sinned on thy face...
Like the leaves in the fall,
dancing their death in the air...
It's a work of art.
The structure so further so far...
A Shattering Shrill sound calls;
Touching the trills of the heart...
Down the hill in silent space
Down the cage in dark holes...
Something is not right with this world, there's something very bad about it. |
Sometimes goodness comes under the guise of evilness, learn to appreciate every day of your life. |
Love is like a verse of poetry. |