In the city of Angelshigh above the treesI awoke one autumn morningto the sound of buzzing bees.My room was sweet with citrus scenta tinge of Fall nipped chilled the airand the sweep of sky aboveheld the deepest of my prayers.Autumn morning flushed Fall colorsof a...
Who by choice let go and lost mehis heart he closed to cries and pleasnot again will ever find meyour selfishness is a disease. Who I amwill never dieand to all that’s goneI say ‘Goodbye’: To those who tossed meand then discarded–to those who...
Lightning flashed and thunder roaredmountains spewed fire forthseas heaved and winds blew northand the earth shook her womb with thrusting force–gliding over lips of weepersover vales and further deeper. וברק הבזיק בזעם רעםהרים זרמו אש כפעםהים נפץ רוחו...
The Boy in the Box -Book
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