Wailings of a Lost Angel
“People are sad,Angry and mad.Why they pretend?When I’ll be forgotten.I am not alone,Abducted and torn.Why they forget?Little angels in cotton.Their hearts aren’t red,Rather, dark and dead.Why can’t they see?Dead leaves,…
The Sun Is Not My Friend Anymore
(A Poetic Lament) It’s religion that will pave your wayand 'Piety' will always make you say :''I’m utterly elated, I chose to stayin my little realm of sand and shore''but…