Sister of the night; a winter morn Whilst my comrades indoors dreamt A delightful sight; an obscure form And just one lonely… Read more The Awakening of Her Prodigal Son
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Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
Still I Rise
A few scattered stories and some truth
For all the things I could never say out loud