Yora

Years ago I used to think about what would time offer me,Of what person I would be, A friend I used to be, A family I will become It… Read More »Yora’s Poetober II: Why Bother?

I bow to a stageGreeny rock called lifeCreaky eyes and voiceless voice cease to breatheIt is indeed an empty cagePainful indeedConfused dearlyBarely openClearly brokenWhite hose… Read More »Yora’s Poetober I: Satisfactory