Aglia Nost Poems
|1.||My Best Friend||1/20/2013|
|3.||The Thought Of Your Loss Is Too Heavy A Grief||1/28/2013|
|6.||Why I Love You||2/25/2013|
|7.||To The Most Delightful Mystery||2/27/2013|
|10.||Ode To Silence||6/24/2013|
|13.||To The Heartbraker, Whom I'D Give My Heart To Again And Again||4/30/2013|
Comments about Aglia Nost
To poetry I owe everything, I owe all that life and love, together haven't given me.
I owe it your adventurous descriptions of highness and standards, those boring words, those so-called stanzas.
It's my hope, my thoughts and the only place that any good I might have stolen from this world of mean might come back for me.
Poetry fills all the odd gaps of uncertainty, mystery and unfair between two separate columns of a chapter that couldn't fit in any other books, pages or gaps. Why must we both be two columns and one unity?
Feel sorry for what you are, for your ...