Our paltry fearsFall to dustAs the truth searsSee it we must.
The wind whispers through the dark, empty trees like a warning in a foreign language. Winter is here, and with winter comes…
It feels like a lifetimesince we walked hand in hand,and I longed for your embraceYou were my…
You never cease to weave your webs of wonderBreaking down my walls with thunderWith your soft and winsome laughterAnd your eyes that…
“My memories of growing up in Moscow?” Jana said with a slight Russian accent…
The alarm rings. Socia sits up in bed, at the corner of the room, with no motivation to get out.
With the chisel of imaginationI sculpt in my fellingsa poemwhich then I hang onyour earjust like an…
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