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…
Category: Poetry
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…