It has been so long since last I felt
your fingertips tracing my pages,
cascading shivers across my spine.
I have missed your smile,
and the way your laugh
reaches your eyes;
I would do...
Her feelings were in constant melancholy. When that Thursday had accumulated into a sunset, she was unmoved. The dwindling clouds did not produce in...
Of the firm landscapeMen see muchBut hold little for sure
What they learn is grownBefore workGathers them into a field
Each one admiresA settlingIn place,...
Heaven must beThat old dreamOf my garden, but lasting
When I wake, the leavesSeem to shred In the wind like manuscripts
The pollinated JunglelandBecomes a sodden...