I could not bear your heart that blooms in love as longer my beautiful soul but I must await in passion that grows the deeper in source that bleeds wi..
I glance upon the home that we once shared, the
porch now sloped in grips of disrepair, the growing blades, gold with memories incomparable. The fiel..
I consider our morning, its secrets donned with weary climb. The instance mysterious before light begins, silenced, unbleached and brushed. I kneel wi..