Tell me, how you lived?
Tell me, how you lived? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet… Continue reading
Tell me, how you lived? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet… Continue reading
The rain I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turned black. I left a lady crying and alone.… Continue reading