In winter slumber…
Dreams, torn asunder, till all
my egos exposed!
In winter slumber…
Dreams, torn asunder, till all
my egos exposed!
An ancient graveyard.
Monuments and markers tell
Tales of family.
Oh, what should we seek,
happiness or contentment?
A different world…
One leaf bud breaking,
new horizons unfolding.
Springs emerging day.
Pointing your finger,
Placing blame where it belongs!
Looking in mirrors.
American life,
Where even poor seem rich, free,…
But not for dreamers!
With stoney faced smirk,
the covert Russian Czar deploys,
his own trump card.