My father’s father, A man of stone, steel, his wife, Cornucopia, Table ever full. My father mapped the inner Space, architecture Of the mind, so
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Your Well
In the dry heat and Dust, long have I walked. I am Parched. She comes like one Long awaited, to My care is she sworn.
Matilda
I am reading this Book to my daughter, and I Tell her to watch how People’s faces change When they are complimented. It shows how
The Moon
Struck was I by light She shone to my mind’s darkness; Show’d me thus my light.
Union
Macro is micro, Above is below, thus does Titan wed tiny.
Vision
I would give you my Eye, so we could see the Same, if only once.
