I washed my hands of remains of yesterday and looked toward the hills, […]
Without You, I could have never walked among the low clouds, perfectly white […]
One glossy stretch of bougainvillea pink perched, stately, atop the balustrade so beautiful […]
Clean hands undulate an unsightly place, as beautiful night beholds a shapely thing […]
Among small wet pebbles that outline the fury of sun, there lie fragments […]
There is no prerogative in the realm of human affairs nor breath of […]