The Darkness of the Cloud

Oh! I see the clouds approaching, Slowly the wind blows; With a booming sound of thunder that glows. Tapping sounds of rainfall emerges,...

Why do I exist?

I’m such a limited being, I can’t make gold out of lead, I can’t fly, limited by the sheath of my soul, I just live in agony, with no...

Into ye love

Would I be caring any more, or mine senses at search, I wish my days to end, art standing on some untold verge; Of graving all desires,...