Poems from Skapande
Conventions of this wonderland I know
Are nothing like the wonderland I can't.
A haze of discourse separates the first
From all the rest...
The sea of night, a gentle grey
To smooth the warmth of day away
Yet charcoal silhouettes are seen
Unveiled by the computer screen
A...
The earth is often still and firm and strong
A man's composure scholars can relate;
However, every several years, along
The lengths of...
The world seems to lean by the masses to the optical
And you and I are driven by the masses, too; we opt to call
A shade too light or...
'You' is such a lovely word
It's simple, so I'm undeterred
From using it so commonly
Although it means the world to me.
'Are's another,...