Poems from SHL
When the pencil shade is lighter
an the sun glares brighter
I find myself struggling with prose
yet the world turns cold
and soon my...
The scholar and his studies
dozes off to sleep
but not to dream...
for the scholar is weak
and his mind is weary
all at once he subjugated...
At the sight of dawn
these angry vapors spawn
to spread their sadness
and cause us madness
only because they didn't ask for this
which is...