In The SpotLyght Feature Magazine

By Roland E. Williams With my mouth dry, my throat hoarse And I’ve said all known words of love Yet my heart wishes to invent more words...

By Roland E. Williams Why do you have so many lovers, Yet so few who love you? Why do you run off with others, With one who waits right...

By Roland E. Williams I have been missed Where I stood waiting Fifteen minutes for a bus By the ant who wallowed in my shade Awakened by...

By Roland E. Williams I wonder how many more minutes Of missing you so Will continue to feel like years? How many falling stars will...