Poems from sjatkinson38
Open the rarified book and step into the fantasy of phrase.
Here I have learned the touch of a thousand, thousand apples,
The twists and...
Open the rarified book and step into the fantasy of phrase.
Here I have learned the touch of a thousand, thousand apples,
The twists and...
Why?
Why do you sit next to me and listen to me cry?
A simple answer, because I love you – that’s the reason why.
Why can you look at me...
What a strange and twisted fate, that of Alice dear.
She walks around in a dream, no common sense of fear.
I am the watcher of the land,...