Here we stand together, looking overour land as the hills turn yellow and the trees lose all their leaves.Nature, like us, prepare to rest. It is late..
A street sonnet is made when the writer walks from one place to another and writes a new line every time, completely inspiered by that moment and in n..
Dear Friend,Under the night sky I remember you,dark as the meadows around youcold as the wind that blewthroughneighboringoak trees.Many nights I've st..