THE WAY OF THINGS Never did I love with more intensity nor did my soul for someone hunger, I will begin my day with memories of our yesterdays engraved upon my soul. It was the state of things. Still is. Still is? I have watched with concealed...
Mystery of Misery, the I wish I were as a child Who after some tears forgets The reasons for their sorrows, …Forgets the death of a father The mystery of misery Brings a film of tears upon my eyes, The mystery of my misery Is in the collective...
