In The SpotLyght Feature Magazine

By Roland E. Williams You stand before me, perfectly calm Your eyes interlocked with mine The gentlest smile embraces your lips As I sit...

By Roland E. Williams My heart can bear no more It is a dying heart It is falling apart Cell for microscopic cell Hurt for lasting hurt...

By Roland E. Williams She does not raise her hand to wipe her tear She wants it there for there’s no reason to remove it. It is the joy...