The blood so spent in vein be same so falls

The keys mocked me with the dance

Oh misery how I love thee so So much so, I wrote an ode

But so again do I drown, must I go down, to get to heaven

My first pastoral poem An idealized vision of country life, in which humans live simply and in harmony with nature

I hope you found what you were looking for

In sweet sin surrenders, sheds her skin withers amongst whence wisteria lay

The sun kissed upon the earth in blessing and so was the marigold born

It is okay to be vulnerable Even if the world tells you it is not

Story of two men vying for one woman