At the ninth hour I first did see thee th're,
something inside mine own soul wast did stir...
Though wind blows summer from my memory, Elevates...
As surely as the moon comes rising, and just as...
A voice that cries and wings that wildly beat,
You cannot hope to know until you try...
You're one of those
really good men...
Midway the slope
where two clandestine faults seem to collide...
Should I compose a sonnet just for you?
You are a judge who's tired of reading them...
When I think, which is never, I wonder why I...
I think I'm a pious man, a man of purity and...
I am an "artist"
I express myself by undressing myself...
1.
Someone had just jumped in front of the train I...
Bread
freshly baked...
Freedom is like writing sonnets
without having restrains...
Waiting To Be Found
I was dropped without a thought...