A fistful of joy I didn’t get a hold of it I could have and now that’s A thing to miss It may seem superficial…
Be the wind that shakes off leaf Or be the leaf and fall Or be the stalwart steady tree That stands to see it all.
With permission from the talented Ibn Turab. Here’s one of his very many ramblings. A long, long time ago, I realized That for most of…
Like waves that break before they meet the shore, And fruit that’s plucked before the ripening; Like sonnet on iambic feet before It finds a…
I’ve got no words to say I have no song to sing Just full of emptiness In spite of everything Now there’s a name like…