Poems from SCS32
It's 2 a.m., on a cloudy night
as the man trudges down the street.
He looks at the ground, then over his shoulder
as he stumbles over his...
They are imbued in doubt
and therefore can never be certain
Their hearts long in the past
and therefore cannot embrace the present
...
It was in the clove of seasons,
the flowers were stained.
The grass around was wet,
from the night when it rained.
A tombstone now...