Poems from Thanneus
Swaying arms of green
leaves, wind instruments.
Umbrellas of cool shade,
a tireless gift of love.
Welcoming my heart,
like long-lost family...
Why do you shun the gentleness in me?
Is such affection scarred within you; is it a reminder of pain?
I am not your pain. Will you not let...
The Warrior in Truth is an artist.His sword, like a chord it plays death.His tune of destruction; at times it sounds staccato.On occasion,...
In the lull of a mild melancholy, my thoughts condense upon the cold window of a forlorn wish.
On the hearthstone of my imaginings library...