[tabby title="Poem"] Being surrounded by the ones you love,you leave behind a legacyof everlasting sorrow. Yoursmile doesn’t compliment a gestureor two, and you distance yourselfprofusely from the ones adornedby the guardian angel. You feelfree, empowered, like an acolytewaiting to weave...

[tabby title="Poem"] In the way that you are –Your eyes say a lot about you.You kind and bold,like a tree that would never bear anything.Your fruit is sweet and lemon,like, (lemon), jelly tots waiting to be eaten. Your words say...

[tabby title="Poem"] I.Her favourite colour is purple, like the mulberries on the table.She’s full of laughter, and she plays with the apple on the table.She’s young and old: She lives on the hill near the countryside –where all she hears...

[tabby title="Poem"] The queens have gathered from neighbouring colonies: their clothes are yellow like the drones. The workers perfect every hexagon, pentagon. The queens have signalled a calling: their mouths are piercing like the king prawns. The workers slave to...

[tabby title="Poem"] It's not necessary to love you: the leaves have fallen, without Autumn passing, I know it's you. It's mandatory to row the fields: the seasons are safe, are same, with Spring arriving, I know you alone. It's not...