First she walks for a while and then turns to stare… She cackles, laughing at the appearance of these slim aliens Wandering about, aimlessly, pushing
Month: Jun 2018
Blood in the fields
Blood is in the streams, Blood is in the fields, Blood no longer flow in my system Blood flow happily in lands Where they once
Night Rain
The night rain came swift with the surging wind, These two brothers raced through cold and cloud, Then the town center was left deserted, the
The Hamlets’ songs
Tonight I write of a beautiful countryside Nested in the forests, at the foot of hills in the East, A quiet place that taught me
Muse: Strings of Love
Will you know true quietness when you see one? Sure, I have heard the Pines sing a decade old song I have felt the touch
