A heart will scrapeagainst another,for the want of a bettercage and fetters.
I had a neighbour whohad a perseverance to conserve...A quiet reader by a single bulb;barely strong enough to throw a…
Show me the byway to universal truth--a belief beyond the onyx of the sky,beyond the allegories of wasted youth.
Tired feet mark the passageof stymied wanderingsover hewn boardsand pummeled iron