“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
The Maiden of the River
Holding her pale body, caressing her, but a lost cause this was, long before she was mine. It wasn’t what I had just witnessed, but the thoughts ravaging my suffering state, a state so excruciating that I felt nothing
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The Bridge
A river of deep flows what seems a mile below
Above is a bridge, only to a few is it known
Deep in a forest as dark as the night
It is here that I learned the secret of life
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