The World Is A Playground, And Death

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

You Could String A Hundred Endless Days Together, My Soul Would Find No Comfort From This Pain. You Laugh At My Tale? You May Be Educated But You Haven’t Learned To Love Till You’re Insane

Listen . Keep Silent . You Are Not Gods Mouthpiece. Try To Be An Ear.

Where The Lips Are Silent The Heart Has A Thousand Tongues.

Your Breath Touched My Soul And I Saw Beyond All Limits.