For what does one hear while warm as a king but the melody of the coming spring...
How Would You Know
How would you ever know unless you first trod the path, back and forth.
Heart of Gold
A heart made of gold is a heavy thing to bear But of naught else would I have mine crafted Wood decays and burns, at all else would tear Stones unrefined are but elder hearts drafted Diamonds won't break, neither can they be reshaped Stars glow conflagrant and never could be tamed Of the precious metals, many... Continue Reading →