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A whisper on the wind, Chanted. -something changed- -no longer the same- I saw her truth. And nodded. I climbed to the peak, ..

The Three Tenors- of the woods.

The fist emblazoned promise-nestled in Winter’s arms-bloomed well before Easter-rushing Spring in all her charm-The Daffodils came early-with ye..

I look to thee, through sleepy eyes. Your teasing smile, is pure delight. Langured bodies still entwined. Bathe beneath the window ligh..

Features of stone were washed away as the old man watched the willowy ballerina sashay . The winds and strings further tenderized his s..

The inscape of a blank page. Calling to the imagination. Merging with the last cast of night. Blooming bright with the sun. The heart o..

Sorrows of the past fringe upon the edges. Seeds of hope rest just beneath my feet. Cascading sunrays declare Spring's renewing. And soon ..

Ex watching lovers

Wafting shadows rise and spread. Forming our nightly cover. This velvety cloak, swaddles the land. Festooned with stars asunder. Stitched ..

The winter blast did wane. As the New Year welcomed the sun, and the Northern Brute did sleep. Making us windless all the day long. The weaver&rsq..