And she would offer her shoulders

For tears to be shed on,

A warm hug to console for defeats

Moist eyes to share sorrow;

She had so much to give

Too much to ask for, perhaps! … More Streams



It is dark where I live, I have not felt anything in a long time Just squalor gathered all around, Mice nibbling at my toe nails, Insects feeding on my skirt; But that small little window Up there, with grills Some light that visits very morning, Holy chants, flowers and incense; I see the twilight … More Nightmare