Stories in Verse and Prose

Every day a new story comes to life. Most of them remain unwritten. But some of them deserve to be put in writing.

True or fictitious, I jot them down. Some in prose; others in verse. And a few of them get their own tune.


Step by weary step Ι plodded alongTo the dull beat of a monotonous songThen in a flashMy day and night crashedI took my first breath and awoke A new spring in my step, feet as light as rainBouncing off the concrete in melodious refrainI can walk uprightMy smile beaming, brightStanding tall under a gentle yoke


I don’t think it’s my thing to rageAgainst the dying of the lightWhen I have reached the final stage,I know I won’t put up a fight I’d rather let the night caress This body I’ve worn thinI’ll have a sip of wine, undress,And gallantly sink in


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