Poems from xwhitex12
Title: Although I Cannot Write You
On a Sun soaked Saturday, I stood in Revere
of the articulation, that had lavished my Mind's ear.
I had...
On the funeral day, I was dressed to the black.
With grieving souls weeping, just at my back.
I began to recall my sweet memory,
Of the...
Oh ruined labyrinth, your stone walls do evict our Grass.
The days of labor and loathing seep into the roots of life!
The Sky, she cries...