–by S.S.
Living as teen,
Is like a sweet dream.
When my emotions touched theBrim, overflowed it with an extraordinary Words like a river hovering over The stones, I’m being carriedAway by these winds and I’m gliding on the…
I walked over these signs of autumnHolding my head down, I can’t bear to witness these scenes,Although beautiful its to see…
The bard inside me Has bitten the dustNo longer it scribbles,What sickness I haveEndured, what caused this rust. Time…