Life moves autonomously // Life within and without me
Ever On the Wing, pt. V: Significance
Isle of Odes
Swooning mine, the emerald eye: This isle of odes, earth's lullaby
A Question For My Readers
Dear readers in this small corner of the world... Today, I sealed my fate. I purchased a plane ticket to Ireland where I will meander for about one week.
Ever On the Wing, pt. III
Chimeric ebullience is all my vessel Swathing as the springtime mistral For enthralling and enchanting is all that might stupefy Lest you crack the icy enamel with a sanguine sigh And take to the wing as a swift Agile
