Bleakness
Tears hard fought, spill to slowing stream.
Mind's at work, all trees flourish and grow.
Wench they came, upon mountain hack.
The land askance, as it flourishes over, yet bleak despair, is followed.
Frowns to smiles and sobs to laughter.
The bleakness is thus thought.
Mind's Eye
Words I do see and minds duth weep.
For thy mind has seen, upon poet's hand.
Sadness and everlasting grief.
No Boast
I am thy poet, of modest acclaim, with no thought of fame.
