They hummed hopeful hymns,
they had to as they saw a horizon,
their hearts hunted for a hopping hope.
Their choruses cried heartbreaking calls:
We’re the hurt souls...
I hear the stillness of streams,
what can be purer and pinker
than the sincere sight and splash
of our mother nature, the wildlife?
what can be lovelier...
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Taken off the poet’s upcoming book titled, The Birds That Never Learned To Fly:
We Have No More Tears, the poems touch on such...
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Dancing with words on a dizzy floor of literature,
Adding an arty dimension to the voice of reason,
Brought...