I long to be the eye of the storm//The anti-forlorn//The cuppa something warm...
I Long to Be
Be
Mist slumbers low around the ankles of the earth...
Facade of Power
This facade of the power that you wanted to choose faintly echoes the past memories...
Still Air
I take a deep breath, I brace my chest, and inhale the cool, still air...
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
December Rose 