Hunger
When I look to the world of men A deep and shattering sadness is my only return, But when I look to the world For which I was created I am consumed by a joyous hunger, Always longing for more …...
View ArticleHere in the South
Here in the south Life is more vivid in the summer The heat and humidity Reach your very center And your feet and hands are rough From climbing cliffs and rope swings. Your hair is thick and alive From...
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