He disappeared when autumn sang the last hymn.
Trees cogitate in silent and poetry shall not express grief ;we shared a shade while we dismantle our problems
Marvelled at our metamorphosis , you poured chivasregal in a calabash
Our thoughts sailed upon endless seas ;punctuated by laughter which revive our being .
may the tale be narrated to your seed that no oxymoron Nor euphemism
syntex can describe the scald tears of a poet