Poems from DamienJGriffor
A second for appreciation,against the grinding grain whereinbeing bitter is a cultural trend.
Make not enemies now.
If there's a God, or if...
I salute those,who put pens to papers effortlessly.A subconscious strain of writings,Speaking perfect themes and figurativesbecause for...
Once, I walked -A studly lass, I, of grass and chalk.Picnic baskets, summer breeze,The air of new kin call out to meBut alas, t'was I who...