For you, My precious, If only I could capture the most bright and beautiful – The stillness of the sky unfolding at dawn; The flutter of a sparrow’s fir...
It began a never-ending story; It finished a never-ending one - Where centuries meet, Vice and virtue repeat - 'World without end, Amen.'Winsy Tinkhttp://www...
If waking is no escape from terrible dreams, nor sleeping relief from my waking hours - If my senses confuse conception with reality (Or has reality always bee...