I was doomed to be a writer and perhaps destiny has finally nudged me to my fanna....my ultimate dance of death amidst the dervish of words. The poetry. The freeverse. The stories of lifetime in word-destinies.
ConversationsThe book was returnedon Tuesday at du... Rendezvouswhat is the substance of a baby’s dream... Green RoomsThe lips of the flamecrackle and leaptr... Ochre lights & monochromeSoft ochre lightsdancing ... Too Many YesteryearsI stare across my window sill,... Ballads of loveMusic of anklets usher for him an e... PilgrimA tiny swallow descending over the crumblin... JourneyAs the sun fades in the twilight zone,I fee... Trapped FreedomAn ocean of sadness – its velvety b... Across the shores of vicissitudeShattered dreams, ...
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devastating man!
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