Whence your time comes, Love life with thine blood- Never let go of your dreams, In the sea of many beauties - Bleed the leopards of guile, Who tremor surreptitious miles , Tread carefully with naive bow; Until thy - times come .. Whence your time comes, You shall know no halt-
Determination breaking illusionary walls -
Discovering paradox of life ,
Unfolding like blooming flowers.
Until thy time comes.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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