Look at who you are.. Not at who you are not.. ~f.h.
In esteem for Tess of the D'urbervilles, a pure woman faithfully presented by Thomas Hardy. The flickering flame entombed to sky along with ancestry fallen and forgotten But claim for kinship overbrimmed- like enough the durberfields sought a degree of enlightenment Ergo, set out the gentle damsel not ware of awaiting venery Paynim at heart, … Continue reading Very verses for Tess’s virtue
She doesn't feel herself anymore For she felt there's nothing more Her soul is not being torn apart Come what may, it's a part of her heart ~f.h
The magnitude of too much rendered nothing, which is still too much That my essence binds me to advance further to this profound lacuna Then a castaway reflection seemed to conjure into a cosmic cry And shortly after, downright flat drops descend out of a cloud forsaken sky Upon pretense besmirched beneath deepest vows Where the … Continue reading The damp lacuna
I often wonder how can I look the other way, from a divine finger's skills that placed concocted hues, stroke on stroke that take, a fantasy worth extolled, just so. I yearn to grow old and tired, beside his magnum opus, more durable than thought. It is the pivot of my turning world. When … Continue reading Change