Many have thunderstorms inside but settle on outside. The world unsees them until they roar. For the one's soothing…
A prose poem.
Inside there is an echoing of songs I’ve yet to hear.I close my eyes to flickering of worlds I’ve yet…
Orange sunset made me realizeHow I have been above those clouds before,And I felt my spirit being freedFrom all the…
Stepping out into the moist sensuality of the morning fog brings thoughts of passion…