I am Shakespeare's Apprentice... Welcome to my Thoughts, my Creations, my World. Here, I weave words to paint my thoughts, my Pen echoes my Mind via the dialect of the gods (#Poetry) fetching out from my depths.
Friday, September 20, 2013
CRASH ON MY HELMET
At her cry they fall hard
Far from the ground, on my helmet
This inconsequential knock
So great, greater than a blow
Whipping my toil not the soil
The only block from my bread
Oh! Crash on my helmet
Why at this moment?
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