(2015)
#FallFall #Of #TheEyesLeaves
The days half done, but days light…
Never speak please rest your breat…
His shallow expression denotes clear indignation, unnoticed by her rosy complexion. Her eyes filled by his charms, so craftily wrought, her minds blinded by what cannot be, by this...
By virtues claim I make. Never a prude in vain I say. Be glad for I too seek a seed, a seed burrows below me you see. A witty-winch numbers great, on pale note they twist their fates. A...
Her minds a dazzlement of true petals brilliant perfection, spirited heart oh lead me to her trails direction. Her beauty carried by this woman’s strength stands dauntless, never wilti...
Torrent winds tear through the nig… These swan make swift their arduou…
A Christmas wish should be simple… Cast away doubt, free your hearts… A child’s wish is innocent, promis… Make it simple I implore your wis…
Mornings light pierces through a cracked pane, quickly envelopes her cold essence shiver. Whilst neither comforting nor consoling a flame made good its promise, as the fireplace g...
Young seaman hurried while boats dropped below. Far less to help, far less to row. Ship sinks amidst crashing waves rising, shipman leaves mournfully waving, far less of her reveali...
Sleep well and throw a kiss my way. I will return it soon, on pain of death I swear I make. A promise I made, never to break. A kiss from you is worth it’s weight. I return it soon plea...
Echoes whisper around while we wai… Echoes teach us how valuable our f…
The sandman knows when less we wak…
Thee cry for peace yet wrecked with hate. This feeble crowd doust fake cruel pain. His people shalt win this day, by Gods design makes true their fate. Victims of deceit by dawns early ...
The fragrant scent of Brunello’s fills the air, as the setting Tuscan Sun broke upon the brute, and the young lady fair. A toast conveyed by his best, too hurried while those gather ne...
Her troubled past pretends redress. Callous cares have exposed her heart, while her conscious feigns deep distress. What future holds? asks a troubled heart, as her soul mourns less, w...