Poems from Andorem

A creeping wind knows no bounds Bending through the fallen leaves, It weaves past ringing bells and chimes And tangos with the trees  ...
What is the purpose Of wandering, soulless? With no ambition or sight, No music to dance to?   A cruel twist of fate An endless struggle...
Lie
As I saw your withered corpse, I refused to believe this lie A somber desire, a raging fire Unleashed in solemn goodbye   No pill could...