Imaginations – My Valiant Soul

online at: For i see a tree behind a house made of cloudsa slow whisper entrapped beneath the soilthat never moves an incha state of wellness only getting harrowedwe livelike a static voice losing the soft cotton-like warmtheach day where the bells pause to chime.We come across rooms full of stars and nightsand thingsContinue reading “Imaginations – My Valiant Soul”