People to me feel like shades,They come and go by sun's blink, At last it seems they never were, Each…
Hill spotting
I paint myself a picture leaping, Sooner the brush strokes rushed, They were crusted from disuse, All was tired lest…
Faceless
Under the brow that speaks his name there amidst; Soundedly spoke and found only his voice a vapour proud, That…
Bellowing night
Yonder a lovely chill invades me greatly, It suddenly weeps that laments my folly, And looked westward in the gaze…
Upon my travel
This is while I am in haste towards a better life, Leaves behind my wit and humour in that cosy…
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