Month: May 2018

Sophea T. Amari

N.95

He never said much My hands were all that he touched Beneath the black muck.

Sophea T. Amari

N.677

Despondently yours Pen, paper, ink, they write true The demon in you.

Sophea T. Amari

N.312

Fleur, fleur, joie de vivre The clock strikes one, two, three, dreams Kingdoms fall appeased.

Sophea T. Amari

N.286

There is a dark thing That leads me to fear our cries My own wrath, it dies.