Is Poetry Dying? Poetry is no longer spoken with joy on the lips of men Lovers don’t feel ashamed of the falsehood in their hearts Although there abound wonderful poets Could the death of poetry thus begin? If I borrow my voice to the wind Who will hear my wails? Two jubilees, one silver […]Read more "Is Poetry Dying?"
Hide Not, Nor Conceal Love…! Love can not be hidden or concealed It screams in the eyes… It shines in a smile… and Oh, how it trembles even in the softest of voices! Love is free, it cannot be held captive… Because it is overcoming, non can overcome it… Powers yield to it… […]Read more "Hide Not, Nor Conceal Love…!"
IT IS ALMOST SUNRISE! How much effort have I made to woe you? How much more do I have to add to make you fully mine? Oh dream weaver, how long will it be before you will be with me in my awakeness? Even now, it is almost sunrise! Will you shine like the […]Read more "IT IS ALMOST SUNRISE!"