Poems from Danicotra
Burdened,
When sorrow weighs on shoulders bare,And darkest gloom maintains its snare.The light of day seems black as night,As seconds...
The King is just, and justly He decrees,
To quell all offense and weigh every deed,
His righteous demands not one of us met.
Alas, under...
He started as a friend,
But wasn’t in the end.
He played his part so well,
How hard it was to tell,
Of how he did deceive,
I wished that he...