There was no respite
from the repeated assaults...
And there she lay upon the hill
Her slope so green and thicker still...
Butterflies hover
over blooms while blooms hover...
A lesser person walks
in the dead man's street...
Your face becomes
an eye, a saga of...
It was a direct hit,
meeting an immaculate...
Talking to Morpheus
when moon was asleep...
A blighted ovum
demands a ransom for life...
Everything goes with
the flows, but the echo of...
Little leaves in those trees,
A mystical mystery to me...
Will I know you?
by unknowing myself in bleak...
An earthy scent
rises, when...