The river is faithful...
A Waiting in the Seaside Mist
Willow-Like
We flow, blurring the fading wike between writer and write
Give Me A Song
I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
How Would You Know
How would you ever know unless you first trod the path, back and forth.
Stronger Than You Know
Looking up to see the walls of my heart Crumbling and scarred Carelessly marred At least I'm down here and not in my mind Dark and confined Practical time I swear I'm okay... at least I will be Too dark to see But I'm optimystique Some day, I hope it'll flood or cave in Leveled again... Continue Reading →
December Rose 