Procured the precious pearl of poise by the Prince of Innok. The jewel was adored by all and adorned some jealous in few.

Puny Tom prefers silence over profuse speech to tell, his eloquent reticence has his own enigmatic fare.

When I see You I smile, knowing I have someone to fight for. When I think of You I testify, feeling how blessed I am.

O Anne! O Anne! You look so weary and loathe in your weep. The poisonous pain which you want to purge, is it too much, too deep? From https://christourshepherdhome.wordpress.com/

The tedious tramp of Troy sets off to redeem his soul. Least he found any tranquility though more was he lost.

The old camera.

The song.

The wishes. For that's all I wish.

Incompelete human.