The silhouette with a heart
Unruly are those that come in disguise No sorrow sets upon the lightness of these beings Already dead, do they
Ideas in the school of life
An attempt to write poetry in English…
Unruly are those that come in disguise No sorrow sets upon the lightness of these beings Already dead, do they
Dear reader, In the sphere of human life, the spectra it offers, the diversity it craves. Gaia is not just
Daring in the nights sky Do my eyes turn dark black In the solstice of the moon Awoken are the
This poem I found to be so striking, that I wanted to share it here; A moody child and wildly
No matter the mercy, fooly upon the common, say it now, or say it never, What has been done, is
And There he comes, the mighty warrior, Ready to unravel its sadness upon the earth, eager to learn, Hungry for
No honorable deeds are forgotten in the sphere of human life, Either small or large of aptitude Does each noble
In a world filled with drops of sorrow, Aren’t we all drained in the moist of our fate? Being in
In the hearts of man and wo-man, where empathy resides, and virtue speaks to us. Let us know its empty
Gentleness reigns the heart, All flaws are oysters singing out their crusty dirt in pearls of might No whip, no