Biography of Thomas Brown
Some random scrawlings.
Thomas Brown Poems
Have you ever seen a flower lie, that seeks an end and means to fly? I once saw one fall towards the sky, drawn by the promises of clouds.
2 Sides Of Perfection
Hail the seraphs, and let them bring the light; As from the depth of our life we fight, To live and be delivered from the night; Into an Empire of bleakness, edged upon twilight.
Here lies a man, Who has so much, And relished so little. And thus in a rich tomb buried,
The Tailor: Is red your colour, Miss Smith? Or do you prefer white?
We all knew her, and she all knew us; And in our darkness she held us. And in our triumph she praised us, And she uttered a phrase;
Is red your colour, Miss Smith?
Or do you prefer white?
Or a purple velvet;
I don't know,
That's why I'm asking.