#100 – The sin of solitude

So, I continue to be alone Because of apparent sins that I won't atone. Said myself like Satan once spoke: Is it by my vanity that I be alone? Is it such a crime to grow and live apart? From the velvet chains I've broke, This family-head I wish to be no part.

#99 – Ode to Wales

In soft pastures, and on top of mountain trails. Again, I return to the land of Cymru vales. The land to make hearty and hale. Mist cover the cottages on the hill of Treharris. Green, vale, and life to bring Creatures, young and brought with Spring. Hear the baas and bleating, the lambs that sing, In their fields … Continue reading #99 – Ode to Wales