Upon the least well-crowded walk h… And yield to some strange influenc… Rosenthal and Rosenthal have gone… Said the name-plate upon the fast-… Tread unceasingly, citizens unknow…

Who planned October’s silent song Whose rhythm is the pulsing heart, Whose melody is echo heard From lost chorale the haunting the… Of every solitary art?

Man’s salvation, toil and sweat, Feels so grand when the brow is we… Walking proud and feeling good, On the job she gives all she shoul… There’s food on the table

Alas, her child, you listen to her… For she holds a story about the se… What is behind its placid shore? There’s more, her child, so much,… There is a dreadful thing down the…

Sweet baby of hers Asleep on her shoulder, She holds her close As you drift in slumber, She dreams of days

How he misses you cousin Krystal,… How he misses you cousin Krystal,… His mother says in this old world… But now he knows all too well, he… Yesterday he made something, he wi…

The colors of life seem to Fade as they disappear into The mind and reappear in Their soul. The more colors There are the redder the

In a tidal wave of remembrance, She searched for meaningful existe… She panned for prosperity with a s… The web of life she lived to weave… Wondering nomadically in uncharted…

The eyes are a deep set brown The nose lies flat across the face… The eyebrows are in question form As she critiques the form before h… The image seen

When she looks on the ground She sees such beautiful flowers And she thinks of stars so bright In the sky she imagined in space All the planets must be so hot

Please forgive them! They know not what havoc they Reeked on you, Their beloved, beautiful home, Now ailing and sad

Back roads country return to him a… Screech out and chug forward in th… Mist cling to small aimless bushes… Light in the beginning night air. Ringing crossroads show you statio…

He sees, as in a dream, The mythological time traveler, Flying by treading moonlight; High above a city Tinkling with silver sounds

“The whole of this afternoon, for… To dally among the flowers, And I shall recall some lyrical v… For these hours. Shall I tell about Helen of Troy…

The stars are old with his delight The ground was soft with rain The moon did show the lovely night And beauty was her reign Her hand reached out to hold his h…