or sign in with e-mail
Don't have an account? Register Here!
Thank you for reading *Andrea Pike*
Morning dawn captures
the pure elegance of maple sap...
Ravens drift to sunshine
like a taboo superstition upon...
Change occurs when "damaged"
is labelled crossed my chest...
Riddles within cracks of pavement
are kept sacred within my mind...
Sweet flavors of nectar
dance upon my tongue...
My heart is for giving
but my soul dies if I dont feed it first.
by Satish Verma