A hermit strolls in solitude,
Through aisles of spectral hush;
Each item glows in lyric touch—
A loaf, a pear, a thought subdued.
A breeze of absence wafts the shelves,
As jars reflect the moonlit haze;
Soup cans muse their silent ways,
Their labels hum from dusty elves.
......
SOS, or The Theater Starts with a Cloakroom, Hell—With Lies
A play begins where coats are hung,
But Hell is born from whispered lies.
And if you scan the news with eyes,
You'll see—deceit just multiplies.
The goal? To spread a Satan’s creed,
Corrupt the souls and twist the mind.
And oh, how well they sow the seed—
......
SOS, or The Theater Starts with a Cloakroom, Hell—With Lies
A play begins where coats are hung,
But Hell is born from whispered lies.
And if you scan the news with eyes,
You'll see—deceit just multiplies.
The goal? To spread a Satan’s creed,
Corrupt the souls and twist the mind.
And oh, how well they sow the seed—
......
A hermit strolls in solitude,
Through aisles of spectral hush;
Each item glows in lyric touch—
A loaf, a pear, a thought subdued.
A breeze of absence wafts the shelves,
As jars reflect the moonlit haze;
Soup cans muse their silent ways,
Their labels hum from dusty elves.
......