winter wind
grassOld, gray, broken. A man utters the words, claims the statement: blue is the colour of victory, everyone's favourite, but it isn't happiness. The man has the military far behind him, years have passed in great numbers, but it still stares him in the face. He sees black in a staring eye, it grows, overtakes him, an overwhelming memory. The story begins.grass
Alone in strange vibrating, curving grass I stand. Once green, corrupted by scarlet, bowing for whatever master was to follow the growing stream of destruction. We don't know who, but then again, there is no we. I stand alone. If i could swim in blood, as so many generals did befor
Sonnet VI - We Speak LoveForever limited be infinity As words draw boundaries to limit sanity And thus be it impossible to express To put feelings deeply nourished in inks dressSonnet VI - We Speak Love
Forever bound to be where life leads one to Sworn upon the heavens loyalty to you
Without reason an odd, sudden compassion For never has one felt such strong a passion
Know thus all be said with not a single word And eyes, and soft hearts, and galaxies cross And man-made words be not anymore of grief
Know this all be said with not a letter heard Love defined in eyes, a k
Splash
A friend from Greece
Agios
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