Haunted are the streets in the cool morning mist...
Inter-Afterlife
Vibrations
We do our best to live our very best life, but mayhaps our best life is the afterlife, and mayhaps that was the mystery grasped by the world long ago.
Again.
Good night, my friend, and tell me where are you going again?
Heart of Gold
A heart made of gold is a heavy thing to bear But of naught else would I have mine crafted Wood decays and burns, at all else would tear Stones unrefined are but elder hearts drafted Diamonds won't break, neither can they be reshaped Stars glow conflagrant and never could be tamed Of the precious metals, many... Continue Reading →
December Rose 