Yours is happinessYours, the sun itself, blindingthis poor beggar's eyes I must look awayMust not bring myself to cryany more in shame But, oh, shame and loveare two sides of the lone coinin my begging bowl So what do I do,as I raise my arms to loveknowing I'm unseen? I must stop seekingwhat is yours,… Continue reading A Blind Beggar’s Song
Month: November 2022
The hunter does notshoot to miss the mark. His eyes disarm the prey first. ©
There's a price one paysfor believing in true lovedespite dark red flags ©
The ocean's tremendous current carried me along with icy force I felt the numbing shards stab meall over...At a distance, a red branch jutted forth I held on to it with both handsThough it was poisoned and singed my palms, my armsThough it did more harm than give reliefI held on to itThe clear ocean… Continue reading A Dream
Like little clear streamsTears have dried upon my faceAn arid wind blows
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