Author Archives: montecyril

Instinct is diminutive, desire is thin  The chalice of the soul has gold for kin  A sparrow and peacock, in beauty, are equal  The pauper and prince are both ordinary bricks in the wall  Hunger is no more than leftovers on the table  has spirit’s horse running loose from the stable  The curfew on selfContinue reading “God is witness…: A poem “