Poems from jaimeh.c7f5
Pens against paper
Creating words of history
To never forget
The song of the siren is wielded like a sword,And lured heroes and sailors alike to a watery grave.Their songs from sorrow and beauty...
Inside the Old Dutch Church my body stays.As a man, I was a soldier in war.But on the battlefield my head decays,And yet, I still wander...