For centuries
they've trapped you...
A million worlds
inhabit a single stretch of bookshelf...
A proud, brave man, Freedom is his name,
on his knees atop the mountain plateau...
No matter where you are- how far you've gone
In the same way, you'll find a mournful dawn...
Promises are just trinkets of deception ,
cleverly crafted with no hidden exceptions...
Though my hips be wide
perhaps they have birthed a genius...
My thoughts
are like bubbles restlessly...
In this quiet corner,
I sit and wonder what it would be like...
it is raining, I think.
I hear muffled sounds on my rooftop...
The historic charm of this old town calls to me
Buried in the hills just below Jefferson’s house...
COVID oh COVID, I just found you so hazardous.
And you're making our life miserable, we feel the...
Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...