But when I am due… Keep local the chest to lay rest my simple skins in,
If with a sweeping heart I sow firstly this seeds, If too dearly deeds I give arms long, That will make tomorrow a better day to gift infancy’s years the sunshine song, For none cause, then has a better bottom than smiles of youth,
What out-of-the-way cause graze me grazed a lot, Undo me loose from the genuine ties of my destiny, What greater sin than a man’s blasphemy? If any to consume my inward person like the vile when hades burn still, If I know me well and I’m without...
the total vacuity of world leadership thinking has lead to the practice of claiming to heal the world through politicising unviable theoretical means of finding world peace,what we need is just to cement the differences between people and there will ...
There is a difference between a poem and a writing incrusted with a feel of Poetry to fall within range