These mountains stand with fear,
for howling ghosts reappear.
Wolves try not to shed a tear,
and I, myself, shall disappear...
because maybe then, it'll all be clear.
October 2015
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoésieThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
Tracing Rocks
These mountains stand with fear,
for howling ghosts reappear.
Wolves try not to shed a tear,
and I, myself, shall disappear...
because maybe then, it'll all be clear.
October 2015