They say glass is made from sand, and I’ve witnessed In documentaries how men take the so-rough-and-ugly To make these marvelous pieces, that hold the
This is a poem in Français I wrote in 2004 of one of those boyish moments, when you’re stuck between telling her or getting rejected
Trust is the dragonfly of days of drench, Though both brothers bother same from the same trench, Wherein chains chip away their days into nothingness.
That night, the night it all started, The night I first saw my rose Gliding in beauty, blissfully baffling The listeners she had attracted, I
Thanks to @CrisisHuman for pointing out that “refugee” is just a bad way to disguise human beings displaced from their homes due to other human
Jetzt seh ich nur die Finsternis, Aber es gebe Freude jenseits der Liebe, Andererseits sei alles peinlich alleine. Kommet die Heilung nur wenn die andere