Nightingale
What a tribute you are to the cosmic order of my reality Take to the stars a queen that looks over the edges of my...
What a tribute you are to the cosmic order of my reality Take to the stars a queen that looks over the edges of my...
Bold words are spoken from the mouth of a poetAnd in the creative hands of an artist Imagery is drawn into the worldThese traits are...
Father Father O Holy FatherĀ I have not yet confessed my sins to theeFor in the convent of my heart have I only looked to forsaken...