Shades of rosy pink
Flutter the delicate wings...

He heard the brass ring,
‘though the bell was gone...

She leaned back in her favorite chair
and closed her eyes...

How I wish my purse heavy with paper
rather than heavy with copper...

Hush now, the pest has gone,
And whilst the fibbings may commence beginning of...

I am in the lilies that surround you,
and then in the light...

Crystal - bitter to touch
Beads of perspiration...

Silence envelops the moths inside,
flying into my gut wall...

Procrastinator, Procrastinator,
where are you now...

The
T...

"Honey-pot holes in a
sycamore tree and gum drops on...

Portrayals of an inspired mind.
Made not by one anima...