I never thought our eyes would greet again… Would you give me a chance this morning To stop your mourning and erase your despair Let me show you a mountain of fountains From which I will wash away your shame And serve you the power of freedom Let me take you to a place where… Continue reading LET ME


The breaths that foamed in my haemo is arid My soul, to death, is married. Blackness, is the eyes of my emotion, I smile at the noon, To the soothe in the arms of rest in the grave The dancers in that realm stretch to fetch my wrist Sympathetic gestures down here seize the flow… Continue reading HURT