Don’t know Time’s timeline. Don’t know where Time hides. And Mercy is nowhere. Out of sight, out of mind. Death’s touch is not selective. Hearts break and bleed, Without restoration. What’s the point, When Heartache becomes the norm? © 2017 … Continue reading →
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Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?
La poesía es la casa del ser.
As opposed to a “not thinking chitalia”
A storyteller with a poetic heart
The Poetry of Emotion
Seeking Solace in the horizon of life & beyond