What Sprung Out of Our Holes is an anthology of poems centers on the metaphoric meaning of Holes and other unobtrusive things to our eyes, but remain inspirational to our lives. Like holes, as one of those stated, we are sometimes in dark corners, u...
Dine, children! In dread, eat the bread. Or Wine in sorrow. Even a crumb suffices; Even a drop soothes thirst. Who chooses for you? But you: Sorrow and Dread, Or Wine and Bread? For sweet ambrosia is but a luxury.
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