A Mini Poetry Blog
I was born by the river in the caress of snow mountains, in the season of dead lotus that had driven out most saints, Seagulls lamenting the icy cold and the angels sliding away. while the aged oak trees loyally stood in the rage of winds, The dusky of liquor blent in wintry rainfall and…
Read More
With me, life is bitter sweet, I’ve been a stranger to myself, and I’ve been to deceptive hell. Yet I still believe the songs of childhood, that innocent tears rolling down my cheeks following me through the kettles of ages, echoing arrowheads of words in silent hours. I believe that one day goodness will come…
Read More
Here comes the surrender, to the rest of our days, When the fading song that lingers, can be contented with twilights’ caress, and calms the rains on my bewildered face… I am searching for the faraway Greenland of peace, where I might lie beside autumn’s demure rivercrest, dancing wild, shout in remorse and cry at…
Read More
The Modern Etiquette 