BALANCEwalk in the garden,see the industrious bees,going to and fro,with perfect equilibriumfrom blossom to hive...balanced perfectionwonder, then, ab..
WHEN MISTS WAILShe walks these halls so cold and paledraped in lace hand tatted and frail stalks the nights through rain or galewhispers through eter..
with water ease dripping from treessavoring the earthbeneath a velvet washedcranberry skyi walkwith wind laced hairon balconies brushedand magenta ber..