Author: Sanaa

Crimson is the aura of death that sought to coerce lost soulsĀ into a […]
Luscious these thoughts that seem to swallow on October day, as I sliced […]
Sweet this all consuming apocalypse which sought to devour around hour of early […]
If the sun is in redbud leaves and feeling mounts the tapered stairway […]
Endlessly the buds and leaves echo what’s left of longing as I lie […]
It’s the colour that beguiles beyond a reasonable doubt lends ardor to the […]