Do you remember? Remember, the time we went to the moor? Barefoot round […]
Watery-white, the moon casts its glow onto the city, the sycamore maple silhouetted, […]
Slipping subtly through to lift the blackness is want; its brazen light shimmers […]
Whatever happens, happens once. It’s ephemeral like passing mist. Somewhat like the taste […]