She sat at the bay as moments passed away
Her rose blushed lips lit with entitled wit.
and yet the maniacal praised danced astray
Her fortunate song echoed undone
The fruitful moon withered and drew grey.
Where do her intentions lay?
he sat and stared.
mourning over opportunity
his frail thin arms stretched in deceived woes
The weary slumbers bickering below their feet.
As the moon climbed to the lamented sky,
men and women composed the image of cry.
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collection of poems and short stories
PoetryPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
