Add to ORKGIron-gray sunless day, Opaque coat of clouds, Tree bodies dark with wet, Sidewalks cold with wet,..
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...
Of death, and mud, everything smelled like mud. The hot breeze blowing over the ridge was mud, wet m...
The early morning sun spread its lazy rays across the room and an occasioned beam broke ranks to lea...
I imagined myself as nowhere And while I was there I looked down On the clown That was me..
A Little Boy: There\u27s an old, old man lives on our street, And his hair is white, like winter\u27...
The sun slipped behind the last row of low, brick huts and left the world in a warm, gray twilight..
I remember a day, vague as dust, when I was asked to leave everything I knew, loved, and hated..
The white autumn sunlight turned Bernard\u27s study into patches of light and shadow. On the wall, o...
The blazing sun shouldered aside streamers of mist as it blossomed inexorably from the sea..
The deepening light of the setting sun, Scattered by bare branches on the hill top, Danced in linger...
I have just killed two people. I\u27m sorry and ashamed because one of them is a woman and neither o...
She sat alone, Reposed against the rusty brick, Her hair a silky warp and woof Falling through the f...
The sky was dark, though it was afternoon, and the air still but not peaceful. You stood beside your...
In the first year of peace, the springtime sun Shone long on a wintry scene, but naturally No one co...
Iron-gray sunless day, Opaque coat of clouds, Tree bodies dark with wet, Sidewalks cold with wet,..
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...
Of death, and mud, everything smelled like mud. The hot breeze blowing over the ridge was mud, wet m...
The early morning sun spread its lazy rays across the room and an occasioned beam broke ranks to lea...
I imagined myself as nowhere And while I was there I looked down On the clown That was me..
A Little Boy: There\u27s an old, old man lives on our street, And his hair is white, like winter\u27...
The sun slipped behind the last row of low, brick huts and left the world in a warm, gray twilight..
I remember a day, vague as dust, when I was asked to leave everything I knew, loved, and hated..
The white autumn sunlight turned Bernard\u27s study into patches of light and shadow. On the wall, o...
The blazing sun shouldered aside streamers of mist as it blossomed inexorably from the sea..
The deepening light of the setting sun, Scattered by bare branches on the hill top, Danced in linger...
I have just killed two people. I\u27m sorry and ashamed because one of them is a woman and neither o...
She sat alone, Reposed against the rusty brick, Her hair a silky warp and woof Falling through the f...
The sky was dark, though it was afternoon, and the air still but not peaceful. You stood beside your...
In the first year of peace, the springtime sun Shone long on a wintry scene, but naturally No one co...
Iron-gray sunless day, Opaque coat of clouds, Tree bodies dark with wet, Sidewalks cold with wet,..
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...
Of death, and mud, everything smelled like mud. The hot breeze blowing over the ridge was mud, wet m...