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...
Parables are set among the graphite echoing justly with thee ages, yet becoming brittle with time, This waltz that we endure contaminates our souls and...