And the poet stopped.Took a deep breath and with a a sighStarted all over again.Only this time, he lived one day at a time.Loose from all human attachment.Loose from all the pain, all the tearsA choice not by desire but necessity.And on each day he only looked ahead,Miles away into the fog where a brightContinue reading “Lighthouse”

Lonely spring evening

As the engines roared, Thick black smoke danced In search of the heavens above. Metals cut the ground open. The pain one could only imagine. Symmetrical lines mapped the fields, Whose green once housed thousands of arachnids. Then the Lord watered the earth. The thirst, the hunger for growth And the master sowed his seed.Continue reading “Lonely spring evening”

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