Ross, pt. II

The sway and croon of the evening's orchestration became a deafening cascade of the purest emotion, as can be expected from any young boy who has not yet learned to know any better or any worse. Innocence crystalline as a sunset on the sea's horizon glistened and glanced off of the greenhouse's glass walls, and... Continue Reading →

My Aaru

The intrawoven spangled sky Dreams and souls intertwined Are the roots to my ravenous mind Unraveling whimsy as a bloom of springtime   The violet and blue fen With the temerity to grow Beyond the reach of acumen The starfield in which I sow   Viable

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