YoungWalter

Requiem to a Gambler The gambler stalks the same old streets, His pockets cold and bare. He walks and walks to not go home, Although he knows not where. He ...

Seasons of the Heart Do you remember the fields in Summer? The way we fell between the rows and touched. That was the day I became a lover, Naked in ...

Silent Hero Buckled legs, laboured breath, She fights to stand so tall. Her journey in life has neared its end But strong of pride she held. In her youth her ...