David inkey's Blog (1)

I met the poem of life… This night, quite quietly alone, When I left aside the guilds of strife. I met the poem of life… Each menace does require some penance, Each eve, a few would me deceive… With wit I reply, I wish not to hear your lie… Every joy my spirit does employ Each eve, many would me relieve… I am ever grateful that my day’s daze is but a brief phrase, When each night’s knight whispers some praise, Then, I do believe I find quiet reprieve, With modest shadows my self I do cover w… Continue