Your absence has gone through me Votes: 10
I offer you what I have my Poverty Votes: 3
even there a shining is flowing from all the stonesthough the eyes are not yet made that can see it Votes: 2
My cradle was a shoe. Votes: 0
My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy. Votes: 0
We are the echo of the future. Votes: 0
What you remember saves you. Votes: 0