Voice of piercing heart
Of eastern lovely call
Sound of dieing soul
Through the mist of a warful glade
Bivouac still me there
The gun stole my refulgent beauty
Gone is her sound
Heard is her call
Just in the night.
DEEP INTO POLITICS
I thought for a moment I Imagined peace laced with war I saw the efforts of a recalcitrant looser The beauty of it, I cou...
