Poems from TheWhiteViolin

Welcome all who dare to come To our lovely village We sing! We dance! We play! We eat! We are like all the rest Sadder But better Our...
I am but a poor philanthropist Giving away more than I own And all of my recipients Their hearts, as cold as stone   One day I will end...
The leaves, they hang so low Red, ever so tired Until they fall Ever so gently to the ground If you ever try it, That’s where you’ll find...
Saturated with disdain Infused with disapproval And peppered with dismay!  
Unto thy garden I shall sing When the skies darken And the bells ring   Wrath, he hath seen An era of nothing A psyche stripped lean Hark...

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