Mardigal of solitude…
Be no proud; lay no rose, Ov’r the pages written by wraith, Nude by thy sable garb woes; In the brimes of sleepless nights i…
Intuiting Reality
Poetic Armour of Genres.
Category: Writing
Abysmal i:
In the time of my era, The saga; i won’t, And the blood beseeched, Dripped over eyes, your throat. For the sake of sun, The…
In the Mist of Certain..
In the deep blueness of the sky, there lays untold stories, stories once have heard by the dark. Isn’t it beautiful that, everyday day…
