Between the strokes of dawn October sighs, graceful boughs with prettiest of charcoal […]
I wrote your name on another horizon today; watched as the clouds moved […]
Watery-white, the moon casts its glow onto the city, the sycamore maple silhouetted, […]
Berries come to autumnal air; unaware of blemishes borne by the world, are […]
Red, these unslumbering clouds know not difference; they indulge in the fragrance, in […]