of a son
A terza rima (sort of) EPIGRAPH: A chain is only as strong as its weakest link.-A Proverb 🔗 His wife and son had been waiting for years 🔗 Now he could show them how much he had changed 🔗 Their love for him would have been worth the tears 🔗 He could not know what… Continue reading Lost cause, or: Broken
My first Terza Rima I'm well aware- I do not have a special way with words. Rather, it seems, words often tend to have their way with me. For instance, I've been crushed by a very large verb herd! Ridiculous? I wonder too! Who on earth set them free? Perhaps it was those rascally lowlife… Continue reading Slave, or: Master
