May Flower: A Poem of Love
I rode till it got dark, And then I rested on her eyes for a minute. Calm and silent did her voice meant, I am where I should be. Darker it got in the midnight, Her breath sounding cold…
A Beauty on the Sidewalk
Innocent but yet wild in answers. All the world is yet to praise this little soul hiding her spectacle onto her left. This, as it seems, isn’t a dream and isn’t yet to hold praise of holding one. All of…