own bizz,' the Prince replied.
Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds.
My Prince! she thought. He chops off heads!
How could I marry anyone
By Lubna Khan12 months ago in Poets
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Yorkshiremen in Pub Gardens
As they sit there, happily drinking,
their strokes, cancers and so forth are not in their minds.
The Way Through the Woods
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
The Man He Killed by
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
May 19, 1999
Today you would be ninety-seven
if you had lived, and we would all be
miserable, you and your children,
Darkness of everyone's inside
Someone among the strangers crowd sees you!
knows how special you truly are!
Recognises what's storming in the deepest inside of yours
Green was the silence, wet was the light
the month of June trembled like a butterfly
and in the south dominion, from the sea and the stones,
🔻Love is going to born again
When love fades, it hurts
When hatred shows up, pushes
All the evils toward the angels
Darkness is still none as far as there is no lightness
He strolls down the middle of the sidewalk
leaving little room for me. I lag behind
to get around an open gate, to avoid
The Summer You Read Proust
Remember the summer you read Proust?
In the hammock tied to the apple trees