Incomplete by Tombra Emmanuel
What's a stand without a feet? What's victory without [...]
What's a stand without a feet? What's victory without [...]
As the world we used to know Has now become [...]
Today, I drove past the Hills along the high way, [...]
I saw in a dream, a funeral; broken hearts' heads [...]
Hearts! Black and beating Yet emptied of precious things That [...]
I am a bard, My voice echoes beyond my yard, [...]