There wasn’t much leftafter the wind becamea breeze again,and rain turned into vapor. Eclectic sensationssharpened by the yearsof expectationsslowly found their wayinto the light of day. Was it…
There are things we feel and cannot say,light and darkness that cross our way.In the storm of emotion and thought,lies crafted in words to mask the soul. Gold…
There was a timewhen the eye could only seethe enchanting hues of green.In the meadows and trees,riverbanks and fields.The incantation of life was sungunder the morning sunfilling the…
The Dance Of Avatars
There are things we feel and cannot say,light and darkness that cross our way.In the storm of emotion and thought,lies crafted in words to mask the soul. Gold…