I can feel. The sound of music. The whisper of wind. The sun on my skin. The passage of time. The dance of honeybees over…
Category: Poetry
The gold of autumn Is in the greyness of your hair, It is in our lost dreams, It is in the wisps of inspiration That…
Black on black is like white on white. Indistinguishable. Intangible. Just like my feelings to that girl who accidentally dropped the bouquet in the twilight,hurrying…
Dark my life is. Dark the sky is. Dark the Earth beneath my feet is. Dark is the mind of a stranger. Dark is a…