A momentary rustle of leaves; as persuasion blossoms and fills the air in […]
I was never fond of sleep; the blackness is perfect, a sort of […]
Grey shadows are platforms from which foliage sings; they speak of men, who […]
Fishhook barrel cactus casually eyes the moon;  amber in hue and enticingly so,  […]
As white blossom, philosophical argument, and coveting of sorts, the idea of you […]
To her, death is quite romantic. Almost soothing, as though sound of a […]