I long to get high held safe in your gentle glance on top of the world Another one I enjoyed. Read more Blighters Rock.
I sail oceans of uncertainty with hopes to discover those islands and lost atolls of memory upon which shores I had once played before the storms time sent to rage. Read —The Blighters Rock
she bound him in chains though not from anvil beaten but summer daisies Catch more delightfully engaging poetry at The Blighters Rock.