Poets
A Nocturnal Odyssey
The twilight sun, retreats to its nadir, Moon-rise! Flanked by its twinkling fellowship, And the darkened groves their softest shadows… Read More
Any Way You, In My Verses
What shall it ought to be called? I hide your shades in my verses Or you are read in each… Read More
A Jumbo Slayed
I stood stoic, by the stream, before I could hold no more, And limbs gave weigh, they’d always been strong,… Read More