Deafening is the sound of silence Echoing in my mind like madness Washing off a smile of sadness Hiding behind a whitewash of blackness Crying out a lingering cadence For you To hear my Opus Majus To see my broken canvas Of love Alas You are gone You have vanished Took my heart and my […]
Lives of Poets What makes me wonder Is not why writers and poets So young and old Succumb to emptiness. It is the lives they had lived Under the bright sky. Things they must have seen To mold those words of bitterness. From Homer’s Olympus heights To Byron’s mountain of light. From the banks of […]
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