Poems from allenp
There is a river overflowing with the elixir of life.
Pure vitality is what it promises.
A life of unimaginable riches in physical...
To see into the essence of my being,
One must scrape away the topical layer of an extroverted socialite.
To take a glance into the depths...
A book—Book of Life you call it?
What can your Book tell of the supposed life I have chosen?
Can it acquit me of my unwilling contribution...
To see into the essence of my being,
One must scrape away the topical layer of an extroverted socialite.
To take a glance into the depths...