The end shifted in with the night breeze-shimmering on the tiny caps of the waves;they crashed with the sound of summerbut the air tasted like the...
Melancholy End (Poem)
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The end shifted in with the night breeze-shimmering on the tiny caps of the waves;they crashed with the sound of summerbut the air tasted like the...
Read moreThis grief poem was written when I had a dream about my Grandmother after she passed away. I miss you Grandma, and love you. I look forward to seeing you again some day.
This grief poem was written about my Grandmother’s passing and talks about the fleeting nature of dreams and life.
You have braided yourself together,like strands of wovengold and silver andmore precious than rubiesin a puff of blue smokethat produces...
--> There's something about translating Shakespeare that is either really excruciating or really liberating. This was one of those liberating...