elmdSpiritual AnguishI am the guilty flutter as I escape from your lips, A glass of musky merlot on a slow moving Tuesday. I am the last dance when the music…Aug 26, 2017Aug 26, 2017
elmdA pine cone has fallen, Shadowed by its emeralds It links, Arm in arm.DeepAug 26, 2017Aug 26, 2017