Gentle Rain
THE CARES, the hurt, the dust of strifeSoil and deaden the pulse of life. Day by day our hearts weigh downAnd all our hopes in sorrow drown. Yet, beauty …
Category: Poetry
Be Still
THE NOISE of life, the constant sound,My mind goes there and round and round. The world is here before your face.A mindless aimless empty race. A deafness deadens deeper …