On April 15, 2024, I began to hear three voices in my head I had never heard before. This is how I experienced that night and the following day before..
The frosted moon hangs highThe poet sits admiringAloneYet smilingA strike of a matchThe smell of sulfur fills the airMomentarilyA sizzleThe candle lea..
When two young hearts become as one,it is then that time has begun.When two fine hearts find love at lastall their worries are in the pastBy leaf, by ..
The scars upon my heart run deepsome are old, and some quite fresh.At times it feel there's no roomto ever hold any more.Salmon swim against the curre..
A single flame sheds light into the roomThe candle, lit in memory,Slowly sheds its waxy tears.The cold seeps through the roomBattling the lonely flame..