Tools: Ebb and Flow
“What do you want?” I asked with some difficulty. “I am not here to charge you with anything or to reveal that which has lain hidden for so long. The reality…
Her Breath Was In The Air. Not Mine.
‘It started to rain a couple weeks ago and continued in that fashion. Nothing too heavy, just random droplets that would lightly sway to the ground. Droplets…
White Cold
Breath of alabaster frost Billows up like willow flowers loft. A barren tree’s embossed Unto the scenery when Snow flakes make Its tendrils pillow soft again.