poems by James G. Piatt
The Haunting Thoughts of War Voices screaming at the unreality of haunting visions of battles stormed through my mind as the sinking moon flowed into the darkness of the unforgiving horizon.
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The Haunting Thoughts of War Voices screaming at the unreality of haunting visions of battles stormed through my mind as the sinking moon flowed into the darkness of the unforgiving horizon.
It all Happened On An Intangible Morning in the Middle Of Whispers On an intangible morning in the middle of whispers,
Being Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is. | Jean-Paul Sartre Inhaling the last breath of the day’s dwindling hours, an aging man’s