Breathing an atmosphere
heavy with joys and happiness
is not as guaranteed as air.
The scent of fears and worries
may burn you down and flow
through you like...
How beautiful is the Poetry of the onesWhose hearts ache of last nights love.That left them and their shirts,crumpled on the bed sheets.
Like feathers...
Blue-green eyes of a forlorn man,
distraught with grief and far beyond,
Aching tears welled in his eyes,
fell on his boots without a second thought,
brown...
