Specks of white come falling Falling down to Earth I hear my mother calling I step onto the hearth The…
Calloused hands work on the temple walls attempting to soothe the spirit within. Thrashing more and more as the sun…
In the silent, stirring, woods, Where squirrels store snacks Scavenged from spiny shrubs Stability is secured. ‘Till tuesday told a…
Is now the day for her eternal sleep? Must fate find her quaking at the footsteps of her fears? …