The Lost Smile

It is the bud unfurled, With the glossy fingers of the subdued sun, It is the vista of glistening shoal, In blue water under the glorious sun,   It is the murmuring breeze, Rippling the bosom of the idyllic brook, It is the silvery beam when sparkles, The mind...

The Conundrum

The dogs have gone berserk hooting frost at the eerie moon, And nibbling the muslin of silent slumber, The cold sheen of the wintry night spreads its mantle over trees and grasses alike, The warm house puts on the shroud of desolation as death toll escalates, The...