Poems from homira
"Actions planned are never completed"
was the constant whisper of the snow
the falling snow that reflects
the falling tears slipping away...
They say that your life
is in your hands
and those hands
carry your future,
but in reality
that future
reflects your past
and in actuality...
Death, is a jealous fellow
he has no age, grace, nor liking
it considers not woe, nor sorrow
he displays a complete arbitrary arrival
he...
In compensation for God's creation
it is our duty to act as slaves,
but with this everlasting hesitation
we are forever trapped in a cave....