The absent minded artist; he wishe… He finishes the portrait, and yet he hates the face. the absent minded artist knows not which path is best

Echos are a reminder of something… Echos are evidence Echos scream at the ears of hate. Hate pays them no mind because he… Scream over a mountain top

We sat together while I read out… My young eyes focused, my head was… I glanced at your attentive face, Familiar memories you seemed to ch… Ancient poems that old men wrote

In a mossy bed she lies awake, wat… If alone, she’s far from home, no… Afraid to move she tries to speak,… Then a sound flung from the ground… “Why do you sing?” She asks the b…