This is one of the most feared superstitions I’ve ever encountered. What wrong would it do if we believe in it? I really don’t know except that it purges fear in me like the effect that tragic plays do. Read the rest of this entry
Jun27
This is one of the most feared superstitions I’ve ever encountered. What wrong would it do if we believe in it? I really don’t know except that it purges fear in me like the effect that tragic plays do. Read the rest of this entry
I really like this song it seems so sincere to a loved one. Hope you’ll like it too…
On my Uncle’s Burial
On headstones are names,
To call no notice
not year, not month, not date
Nor that which drew-
A candle lit upon their beds.
Its who they were and what they are,
That made the others cry.
Into some age unseen,
Who knew it was not Time,
That plucked the man to die.