Hope is a strawberry plucked in the barely light of morning and while […]
Like many a lonesome rose riotously blooming, I have kissed darkness on the […]
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 […]