Death is not ladylike or politely dressed in muted tones of lavender ….Death is a perpetual
hoarder collecting the tear-stained nursery rhymes of satin-eyed children eyetothetelescope.com/archives/051...
Death is not ladylike or politely dressed in muted tones of lavender ….Death is a perpetual
hoarder collecting the tear-stained nursery rhymes of satin-eyed children eyetothetelescope.com/archives/051...
The lines on his face were etched with Rum battered with the purple fist of poverty a shadow in his own land, an exile of no worth . His army fatigues were clubbed with glory But his smile was cut with cremated dreams…#poetry#jazz
The lines on his face were etched with Rum battered with the purple fist of poverty a shadow in his own land, an exile of no worth . His army fatigues were clubbed with glory But his smile was cut with cremated dreams…#poetry#jazz