Ethereal
Not often, but as of lately, I have dreamt of daffodils and daisies whispering unto thee angels and of my god, vaguely That symmetry has...
Not often, but as of lately, I have dreamt of daffodils and daisies whispering unto thee angels and of my god, vaguely That symmetry has...
“Lie unto me, sweet tomorrow, a gifted portrait displaying my baptism…framed in alabaster and ivory, one simply coded pearl like, thus pure Sing unto me...
Within a foreign whisper, I spoke unto you fond memories of what was to be our destinyAnd beneath the night sky, I had woven a...