Poetry

it was night and the wolves howled the sea breeze blew away the dance of the leaves and the trees sway. it was night the reaper’s realm...

a brainchild is born I. quotidian day, i wake up a voyage, far from home escape, monotonous city "you'll be part of a brand-new world”...

when breath turns to ash 🍁🤎🍂🕯 I. High ceilings, ornate chandeliers hang, Spiralling warm mahogany, Wooden toys, trinkets and frames,...