The ashes have piled up To damp the pale moon of late night. The ashes have piled up To damp the pale moon of late night.

Garbage is a metaphor for pain, and garbage cleaner is its owner. Garbage is a metaphor for pain, and garbage cleaner is its owner.

Sometimes we have to compromise on our dreams.       Sometimes we have to compromise on our dreams.      

The poem describes the city and suggests we help it grow and make it a happy place. The poem describes the city and suggests we help it grow and make it a happy pla...

But as the wind calmly weaves patience into my hair, there’s a ghost of a smile on my face... But as the wind calmly weaves patience into my hair, there’s a ghost of a smile ...