Poems from Delebartholomew
he feeds the birds of the air with the grains of his labour and leaves the birds of his life and love to feed on pebbles and dust but when...
the eye that s3s things in the dark more than the eye in light can see will in shadow of cloudy things tell what memory and mind cannot...
i am your servant now not forever a robot you may push around and an eye blindfolded in the night of your ways. I am your servant turn me...