The late winter afternoon photoshoot under a dim Sun continued with I and Elena attempting to experiment and take full advantage of the natural setting of Wienerberg Park. We walked […]
The silence in between the verses sing Of melody Stained in the blood of a poet. Covered in an ice cold white robe The poet seduces the greedy world Into […]
My poems are badThey are loosely written and follow no norm,My poems are syntheticThey are forced to jargon and made to rhyme,My poems are void of sensesThey narrate of spring […]