Melancholy is the colour of midnight; a soft hymn of trees, an orchestra […]
It speaks to me; from cream softened oranges and greens disenchanted confers and […]
the perfect arbitrator; I’d like to believe the sting of our lass kiss […]
Perhaps it is my folly; tucking away conscience beneath unswept rubble, leather bound […]
Periodically, panting, the gleaming parquet floor creaks underfoot; pervasive thoughts halting to every […]