Category: Poetry

If I can see the way Than I can not travel it If I can hear the voice Then I can not converse with it If I can smell the aroma Then I can not savor it I am cut off from the world I am isolated and alone I am . . . Read more →

Wet and cold Cold and wet To be a part To be the whole Never to begin Never to end To be and be apart To be forever alone We are the people We are the few Wet and cold Cold and wet Read more →