A blanket of dust obscures our picture. Soft earth once your skin, now dusted with snow.   This sheet had layered over months without warmth. However, we are soon to hold each other again.   Then spring will dawn upon the rains of April and shower...

A poem how precious it isLet me talk my whole lifeAbout a poem.

Regardless of summer joyousness, I will sense the overcast of wintry darkness.   Sometimes I will feel happiness, yet there is that which lingers smotheringly.   Always at the brim of my eyes is a teary shower   which glazes over my eyes and thunderous shouts...

Inspired by: The Original Caste - One Tin Soldier https://youtu.be/VmJ9mt9GeQQ?si=DH46kkJ2cGzUg5o0 Tom Foley used to be a childwho loved to have funnever caring about skinculture or religion yelling out on the jungle gymlet's do war!playing until the streetlights came onhe left his...