Poems The Burial of King Henry VIII Gazing on King Henry's corpse did we stand, Not a solider stood saluting, as his farewell shot, Satisfied faces stood there, no rose in the hand.Haniya UsmaniJuly 3, 20211 Comment
Poems Winter My dreams began to expire when the sun faded and my arms became an awkward contortion of what's nextBhavika GJanuary 23, 2018