As marching time drew on
the sun dried the eyes of the grey.
A glimpse remains,
under the timid heart of a time-loss man,
wandering a melting dessert of grain.
He collapsed under
her distant remains.
The bickering awe found its way.
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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.
