It is my birthday I dreaded its arrival But yearn hereafter
By Delphia day ago in Poets
On each Hallow's eve Shifting winds blow autumn leaves Waking the demons.
By Delphi5 months ago in Poets
"It wasn't your time", I wrote on a piece of paper, folded it twice and tossed it into the bonfire. The embers floated around the sheet
By Delphi8 months ago in Poets
