When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves…
by Dev
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words…
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending! J. R. R.…
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it…
The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the…
Gliding o'er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship…
