Foreboding darkness loomsand wind howls like awild wolf on the prowlmiles of rough terrainspeak in surreal whispers insoft pink pretense of calm auras..
The winter windswhipped by the oldwater spigot withbarely a drop of hopewithin its rusted pipelineonce he held dreamsof abundance ~a flowing fountain ..
Life is just a walkon a high tightropewith too manyloopholes and laxin the middle..to snag your dreamslike silk stockings withcrooked seams...seems ne..
green reflectionson waves of coolblue waters awe inspiringvibrant hues speakto me of mintygreen grasseslining the ever green striplofty lime treeswith..