A Giant Funeral -Hrsh Reyalitee (Poem)
Giant Funeral The breath of truth blows on closed bedroom windows unable to reach faces, so Giants sleep. It is not a matter of being understood.Giants are known for their hearts and their might. It is a matter of being felt.and Yet is so seemsNothingcan touch but the abrupt brush of black ink on white … More A Giant Funeral -Hrsh Reyalitee (Poem)