Of what use is the pen when the ink is dry? Why should I hide this pain when it makes...

Yesterday a bare land stood Beneath it, a zeal the future dares Today a castle springs from its shoot I...

Sometimes we need the riverbanks to break                 To know how tame the river has been                                 As wild floods...

Tears, tears I cannot c­­ry yet tears, tears that cannot dry burst my heart, my broken cistern and paint my...

The evergreen bush is set ablaze By the merciless heat rays It scourges my gentle rose Now from my eyes...

I fought hard not to digressFor my struggles caused me distress.I learned the pain of knowing pain,Lost but found I...