Posts Tagged: alliteration
shiva
with arms embracing destruction catalyst for change has arrived once more dreams are born out of the sorrow of darkness and as before bare the light hidden within the chamber of the soul three thirty AM and I awake with
shiva
with arms embracing destruction catalyst for change has arrived once more dreams are born out of the sorrow of darkness and as before bare the light hidden within the chamber of the soul three thirty AM and I awake with
Glory Fish
Cold permeates and the year is ending. Time unfolds the outer petals of a rose. In the frigid beauty there is pain untouchable moments run through us as tiny particles reminding us of our smallness. My heart is full and
Glory Fish
Cold permeates and the year is ending. Time unfolds the outer petals of a rose. In the frigid beauty there is pain untouchable moments run through us as tiny particles reminding us of our smallness. My heart is full and
altar to winter
I have fallen upon this sword before the days were short the nights stretching out into the streets shadows flickering across the light encompassing daylight winter whispers around corners now and then I reach out my hand to you and
altar to winter
I have fallen upon this sword before the days were short the nights stretching out into the streets shadows flickering across the light encompassing daylight winter whispers around corners now and then I reach out my hand to you and
moments between
The woman in the sauna next to me radiates the smile she wears is wry and she and her friend share an uncommon laugh at an unheard joke they tell between pairs of eyes as I enter they wear only
moments between
The woman in the sauna next to me radiates the smile she wears is wry and she and her friend share an uncommon laugh at an unheard joke they tell between pairs of eyes as I enter they wear only
work warmth into this fiber.
I alone sat. quietly with qualms at my back and beckoning this thought came burgeoning the breast welling up with fury of all these thousand years. For how could my longing be in vain? How has this world changed in
work warmth into this fiber.
I alone sat. quietly with qualms at my back and beckoning this thought came burgeoning the breast welling up with fury of all these thousand years. For how could my longing be in vain? How has this world changed in
