dwarf thoughts finding heights, juggling if I shouldn’t or should I.. pushing streams of all truths, under the attic, beneath the sky! walks in truce when grounded, a black smoke when flies.. often crusading lies.. unravelling faces, faces of pries..
A piece of frost hurled up the fire, as frigid as a stone.. The balm beckons and collects itself, the gushing stream is something to eye on.. Evaporates to that alcove, reminiscing that we kill.. Grins at my death mask, asks.. where were you when I was still?
As a cluster of clouds forgathers in, Overcasts the sun with a black sheen! Tearing the haze and the mist apart, Ever so intrigued has the fog been? Signals it’s their time to emerge now, That the sun must unlax and take a bow! Shiny pearls then nuzzly embrace the earth.. Soak the patch, plow […]
Where peace nestles amid vales, Intangible bliss entails, The verdure that ejects life, Where you walk an extra mile, The water that drenches your soul, That pinnacle that enters your core, Where you sense HIM every minute, And HE embraces you every second, With beam sieved along emerald canopies, And the warmth of the embalming […]