And I swear to you..
his voice was like a magical rhythm,
that played on and on,
in those lonely ears of mine.
June 2017
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
A Taste Of Real Music
And I swear to you..
his voice was like a magical rhythm,
that played on and on,
in those lonely ears of mine.
June 2017
