I used to love mysteries along with ghost-related stuff, including stories about…
Black crows circle me seven times and cry to the heavensMy conquers rise and fall, rise and fallI desire…
Swift and sure, and there’s more,To alacrity,Ardor can be harder,Let’s try it out and see.
Left on a shoreChristened in the quietWhimpering for the coldUnder a tender moonlight
Not many days go by without passing a cemeteryAs I pass, I am remindedOf all who have beenAnd are no…
POETRY: ABUSE
To A. C.
He no longer perceives the nuancesthe road always changes its direction…