"Deeper the thorn, redder are the stains of blood, When it touches the spine, I see a new rose bud."
Tag: Poetry
An Ode to Shakespeare’s “Dark Lady”| Poetry
Clothed in bright, she shines like a star A beacon of hope, a light from afar. Light as a feather, she sails with the wind She commands the night; she is dark-skinned.
Myths and Legends| Lake Bled| Slovenia
From beneath the lake there comes a faint chime Of a ringing bell long lost in time. It rekindles the vows that once were sworn Of marriage, of trust, of love re-born.
