Sangria Green : Writing

Untitled TOO

Untitled TOO

A Chapter by Sangria Green


And all my days are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances And where thy footstep gleams— In what ethereal dances ..
The Doll and her master

The Doll and her master

A Chapter by Sangria Green


The doll and her master The doll stood before the king and watched him in his surprise. The King was amazed. Where had she been? The mansion h..
They call them fuzzy butterlies

They call them fuzzy butterlies

A Poem by Sangria Green


They call them fuzzy butterflies with their bulbous bead eyes and tiny frames and imitated beauty. They are worms with a thick wooly Vender of sup..

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