Winter's breeze: Like a whistle through Tortured trunks and twigs of naked…
by Dev
I saw the sun go down last evening. The sky turned from blue To red To…
If a rose were a lily, And a lily were a rose, Bank notes were poetry, And…
I looked Death In the eye And said, "You want to rob my breath? I'm not…
I sit in front of my notebook, Pen in my hand, Waiting for profundity to…
I see everyone rushing— Rushing, tripping, running. Running for the boat…
Met myself thirty years hence: Wrinkles and gray hair. Walking stick.…
Tired legs. Strengthless hands. Take me home To my bed. Long to sleep.…
In the silence, in the quiet Green waves gently lap the shore. Dark rocks…
The barren rain makes me wet It grows no crop. The concrete street – hard…
