Author: Sanaa

To the right was a thicket laden with berries;   mostly red but some […]
Celling of grey speaks in soft, dulcet tones   come listen; it recounts […]
The verbs are all in the present;  so, I do not sleep in […]
Whipped cream can do so much more than complete;  from chocolate mousse   […]
It’s hard to let go of flowers and fire when   one has embodied […]
We hare off between the trees; unwilling   to blend in   with […]