A Grain of Sand
trodden by passers-by off the shore, you lie one in a million – dusty particulate what’s there to discern? intangible arguments of time and infinity; a re...
trodden by passers-by off the shore, you lie one in a million – dusty particulate what’s there to discern? intangible arguments of time and infinity; a re...
Most times I bleed these words deserted by the elusive genius as she courts other talents Most times I squeeze these words salty waters blinding eyes as dams bu...
“Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories.” Flakes fall― a spectacle through the window warm glögi cupped between my hands ember coals in the room giv...