One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think…
by Dev
See the distant rain: Gray on blue, and bit of white. Watercolor sky. D…
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with…
It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to BE itself, and…
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The…
What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you…
That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never…
