Not sensual.
Searching you in daffodils...
Becoming was
eggs walk. You were...
Whispers echo in the vast expanse,
I gaze above, feeling the cosmic dance...
I sit beneath the stars,
The cityscape in sight...
Oh, the breezes of spring rejuvenate,
Warmth seeps into every stone...
Stars twinkle in the cold night's embrace,
Lit up by the moon's silvery trace...
Moonlight fell, in the quiet night,
A silver veil of mystery...
Adieu, you may not
become a meal...
The sun has come,
And with it, shadows have dispersed...
On The Land...
A hundred years ago,perhaps more...
Words would wear the blood caps.
In tyranny of the full moon...
Moon rolls,
on its own without...