The chill caused by Smith's haunting poetic language of inference and metaphor will likely never go away. This poem speaks to the old soul. Now I will certainly look for your work, Charlie.
The speaker's conversation with the broker reminded me of a conversation between a soul and the devil.
A sad, beautiful poem that feels like a dream. Love, even among brothers, is sometimes lost.
The chill caused by Smith's haunting poetic language of inference and metaphor will likely never go away. This poem speaks to the old soul. Now I will certainly look for your work, Charlie.
The speaker's conversation with the broker reminded me of a conversation between a soul and the devil.
A sad, beautiful poem that feels like a dream. Love, even among brothers, is sometimes lost.