It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head.…
by Dev
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves…
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words…
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending! J. R. R.…
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it…
The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the…
When we come down into the distant village, visible from the…
Earth rais'd up her head, From the darkness dread & drear. Her…
And where the sky’s a pale blue cup Over the laughing land, My love…
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so…
