THE PLEASURE OF READING

I cannot remember when I started to enjoy reading. To read for the sheer pleasure of living in that well woven story and beyond. I cannot...

06 May 2014

Cursed Dice

There was a boy I liked once
And he was wondrous silly
He for a fool took me
With my heart gambled he
But alike a dice cursed
Luck turned sour upon him
And in love with me fell he
Till he couldn’t bear watch
When my bags I packed and trekked
With poison laced upon fruit
His soul he set to wander hades