Across the sea.
Across the sea The dark Poet sat alone by the sea and he was watched the Georgia Atlantic ocean dance upon the empty 5 am beach. He loved the early morning and he… Continue reading
Across the sea The dark Poet sat alone by the sea and he was watched the Georgia Atlantic ocean dance upon the empty 5 am beach. He loved the early morning and he… Continue reading
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall… Continue reading
The war, the blood and the gun No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war. Who do we blame my friend? War is… Continue reading