Poems from Rainsong
A storm, A wave, A serenade?
Premises to start an escapade
An understanding
Of the hard to wind music box
Of the artist’s pox
What it...
Harmonious rain in this kingdom come
Cobblestone drenched from moonlight
Late nights in the eyes of troubled ones
Shine like spectacles...
Breakfast vegetarian soup is strange
Breakfast vegetarian soup has quite a range
From the mournings of childhood school days
From the...
In the softness of this current world,
delicate air is wound.
Around the spindle of your realest self renowned,
true softness can be found...
A letter to humanity,
With every new opening eye, I cry
A new sigh, a new eye
Born into this world
Into the flames of splendor do we find...