Blooms in Indigo

Now. the question comes up why have you been silent for months? I have been empty of the sacred desire to pen down the remains to wa...

the year treats us like a day long and short at the same time

On the break of day A daily, long   line of papers fly at the perfect pace

A friendship, however hard it tries, Will always be romantic. Down, down, down into the darkness of the friendship, Gently it goes

My head stings says the injured bee to the hand that hit her

Desolate   rain A menacing fox walks covered by a box

The horses of Bruges tell a long story of a lost princess who chased the geese