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Sickle tools done their jobs Farmers gathered their crops Between fields and laithe Foraging continued though late. Day in, day out... they sowed...
Sing me a song of love and fate. Devoid of exhaustion from contenti… The wall had appeared... keeping permanence...I fear Save me from anguish I feel.
Hypnotizing sways of pendulum fade away from my vision. Transcending world of one’s dark epoch, caught in a turbulence… Evil—goodness—
It was December morn, aboard the ferry to where I was bo… It’s been ten years and I dreaded… to my sweet, ancestral home. Saltiness in the air,
In her statuesque beauty, A figure so grotesque, I can see.… She was meticulously carved with c… But a darkened soul inside shrieki… Layers of contrite, mournful devou…
I walked through the threshold of… In that place, sanity became obsol… I walked the path and hardly disce… The theatrical web’s pantomime’s d… I felt the angsts in chaos like bl…
His piercing hazel blues stared ba… Searching for her lost soul... He was there to save her from madness that left her in torm… He was there to hold her hands
Suddenly, once grayish white cloud… turned deeper grey and floated in… Lightnings flashed behind clouds a… accompanied with roaring thunder warning everything below
Saturday visit to the marina was a lovely reminder of yesterday… We were greeted with handsome craf… Each tide’s rise and fall lulled t… crafts like babes in cradles
I could see the lonesome tree. Under draping branches, I did see… Thou held thy straw hat; and waved it for a halt. Thy sweet whisper in my ear
I feel for those tormented souls, in the pit of unescapable ghouls. With serrated tongues that bind tightly, human souls resigned... In their deep melancholy and desol…
Have you heard of a writer’s block… I wondered... I thought it was a… Suddenly, I’m taken aback... Inflicted and being attacked! Let’s watch the clock.............…
The crimsoned branches of the plum… stretching out vertically, The pears’ luscious greens flutter… as the breeze tickles the branchin… The grape vine’s sprouting leaves
Abominable as it had been Accountable to the nature’s befalling tragedy... All lost and gained... love, joy and peace.
Click, clack, click, clack Lonely click-clacks of this old cl… Above the column of this room, Recessed to the wall as if entombe… I held the key to wind the clock