Category Archives: English Poertry
When The Mountains Crumble.
Some, Are friends, And to aall of those friends, you are just a friend. Any one of them. Today your best, tomorrow rest, and then a Judas’ friend. For friends are not foes, nor foes your friends. Time and wealth, love or pain, grief and hate, all or one, a mirage that turns to foe, aContinue reading “On Friendship”
A thought got lost along the trail, The green, the mud, the faint, all in one, Became a thought. And that thought wrapped around a turn, And another turn, an eternal turn that led to thoughts, And thoughts that turn’d to turns More mud, and dust, and trees, And cables of an engine’s wish, AContinue reading “The Road”