Poetry

Words I thi- nk: words I feel: Words I p- ray; I listen: No more Words, St- o- rm I rain let- ters let- ters I No. An oasis does not feel...

The steep mountain suffers every storm, every wave. He fights all wrath, all the foaming tide, only to wither after gallant sacrifice....

When the philosophers’ well is empty What will the children drink? When the red cheeks are cold What will the sparrows sing? When man has...

Sun and steel. Here is a world with neither. Many Heros martyred feeding the phoenix, Yet here is the cheating king's boulder rolling...

When the last white petals fall And all hope of spring is gone, The birds in their nests will call Where have the white lilies gone? The...

I knew a girl, and she knew me; I loved her, but she never loved me. She had many friends, but was always lonely. She spent her days in...