July 14, 2017

14.07.2017 12:14

A writer’s harvest Dead they lie ‘neath your leaden feet Strewn o’er Time by a careless hand Once vessels of treasure replete, Now maggot-filled shells on barren land. No wish how strong can bring them back, No sorrowful desiring Can raise to light those in the dark Hold off heavy suspiring. But show your hand, […]