Haven’t you heard mister Guise,
Of the dark shores yonder?
Whence the quiet shadows rise
And many a soul doth flaunder?
Thence did I launch my precious pride
And many a night did wander.
Questing for most sensuous bride
And pleasures even beyond her.
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Singer, teacher and creative sharing what’s inspiring me to sing, to write, and to create a more meaningful, more beautiful life.
Where The Eagles Fly . . . . Art Science Poetry Music & Ideas
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
_aditi_jamwal
