poetry contest

the hypocritic days
there is a city, builded by no hand
high walls and huge
let us pity those who are better off than we are
it was the autumn of the year
passing through huddled and ugly walls
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
the pale day drowses on the western steep
do you remember
a life on the ocean wave
a look is but a ray
did you ever hear of