By Alexandra Sarieva (8 D) I hush you in your silence And yet I come again. I lock lips before the violence, colder still now and then … Oh my sweet nothingness, the prettiest of all You’re the poison of the youth The wisdom that will fall. You should already know. How it’s all now…
Month: June 2020
A man
By Jasen Zhekov (9th) What is a man, but a squabble? A smearing flick of dust Made to wimp and wobble Can be destroyed by a wind’s gust Attempting a living unjust In a landscape of bone and dust. What is a man, but a walker? Ill and deformed, of the war a skulker He…