Basket of figs is enough to wish upon; saccharine, swirling dark empty spaces, […]
They say only the south wind flattens grass; blows through with a force, […]
Whisper to me now; always onward, always toward the flow of destiny. Breaking […]
Being unfamiliar with the sky that surrounds, I shied away from it, leaves, […]
Roses in their naivety wear blindfolds; pastel red, their fragrance, a moment transitory […]