rmbarkan

Several nights have past away,And, quoth the bridegroom,"Come what may."There stands the bride, Tinted red and gold, For in autumns tints, This stories told.Like the passing of time, From summer ...

Little White, what art thou?Thy brothers and sistersThey fall on trees, the land,And the palm of my hand.Little White, From whence didst thou come?From heaven didst thou fall?Dost thou belong ...

The hand of grief brushed my shoulder,And fell down my back, tracing my spine.Sadness whispers sweet nothings into my ear As I sit, as I walk, as I sleep.Melancholy pulls ...