DRdante

This is something that i had to do for an assignment about a year back for a project on the Book Thief. IAll my brothers and I withering under one ...

Between the white mansions and the little shackswalks a man of olden waysSome say he holds the spirit of GuthrieNo, he’s just a remnant of bygone daysA thousand years and ...

I refuse to write poems of loveBent over in the night struck downWhen only its echoes I have feltAnd its cadence I still seekdown lanes whose endings hint of the ...