Wednesday, February 15, 2023

Shriek

It was a shriek of ideas,
And my shivering thoughts may touch you,
But your ears searched for melody.
at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Who ?

Who decides her happiness, if not the moment she dares to rise? Who shapes her fate, if not the strength behind her smile? Who defines her f...

  • Dissertation of Ego
    I was born in your heart’s deep core, To sharpen pride, and rise once more. Styled in grace, in mirrored hue, I wore your charm, and walked ...
  • Rain Drain
    The moaning of trees, Floods the pastures And the tears of cloud, Drenches the soil, As the wrath of nature, Can't be shielded With the ...
  • The Art of Being Loved
    Being loved — her sweetest dream, A wish she whispered in moonlight’s gleam. She prayed to God with trembling heart, “Teach me love, and whe...