vazambam

I want  To describe    A certain indescribable  Hue of melancholy    By looking closely  At how I cannot    But think of you.            

Here most of us mill  Around without character,  Others haul millstones.               

Such deep soulful eyes—  Clearly the silent windows  To a shuttered world.       

Over your head perhaps but  Then again never entirely  Out of your element,    This singular cleansing  Clear blue sky and that  Uncompromis...

When you feel up to it,  Feel free to write in  The persona of one unwilling To exist outside himself—  If you do, be a sport  And rub out e...