Poems from DrippingFingers
To fear life, is to welcome death.
The life we lead is ending.
The life we hold on to is gone.
Life is dead and death is life.
Life is a...
I live on the moor
My door to Freedom
Freedom
My Kingdom
The fields are my home
I dream
My companions are safe
The sky
My roof
Brightens...
Black roses greet me at the gate.
Their scent told me that I was home.
At last after a long and tiring journey.
I was home.
The soulless...