Poems from nicol.crowson
Two adventure stories in conceit.
Alas I could not read each.
One was said to hold happy deceit.
The other holds pain, sorrow, and...
Sun, he rose in the morn.
This day the first he was born.
He whom created all,
could be our fall.
Feel Sun’s warmth and his scorn...
I don’t Miss my Sanity
Sanity has left me and she never said "farewell."
I look up and down to find her, but she has reaped me of my...
Girl in Blue wading in golden grain so tall it tickles her palms as she strides toward a nearby spruce.
She breathed in the air fresh from...
You are but a babe,
fresh and newly made.
In life you think you wade.
You curse and roll your eyes.
your parents you despise,
When you’...