A soft glow in place of soured exists; fresh yellow lost, almost hidden […]
Wishes gone bad are as salt; hibiscus flowers charred and stripped of flavour— […]
Here I am in the midst of it all, not even a blue-black […]
Hanging delicately in the wind is hope of thousands, as days pass by– […]
Amaryllis blooms in the darkest of seasons, the light that I crave. ~*~ […]
The rough-hewn bits of her exhausted dreams are evident; but what were they? […]