soundly, she sleeps beneath the glinting moon, amidst the changing forms of golden sand-dunes.
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Desert Rain | Prose Writing
I resisted the loosening of the soil, the sudden drop in temperature, and the disappearance of fissures that give me character.
Warping Time and Space | Poetry
eerily, the thick darkness melds into brilliant light, blending truth and doubt in lines painted wide.
A body I borrowed
A phantom in cold flesh and blood - this frail body, a stranger to my soul; thousand feet under a bottomless void, there is no remedy to make me whole.
Dreams Once Bright | Poetry
How evocative was each dream of old where memory and vision would raise painted tribute to each fantastical lore as I had imagined in the olden days.
The Perfect Leaf | Poetry
I keep an eye out for the perfect leaf among the gilded ground; nature’s raiment, worn to perfection, radiates beauty all around.
A Not So Fond Farewell
The dark undertone of this poem is in accordance with one of the most significant events in my life. Since the beginning of this year, I haven't been the same. Please bear with me as I process this inexplicable sadness and flush out my grieving thoughts through writing. Blessings. ********************* A Not So Fond Farewell… Continue reading A Not So Fond Farewell
Summer Rain | Poetry
The weather-beaten trees leaned over, earthy scents rose from the ground; we confessed our love for summer rain - the flourishing green 'n' tinkling sound.
A Manor on the Moors | Spillwords
Nestled between green rolling hills, exposed to the ire of howling gales, rises the desolate manor house surrounded by bare and barren dales.
My Least Favorite Star
In dreams, I fall through pleasing stars there thrives no tragic gloom; and then when daylight fades the night I hear chilling cries of doom.
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