Michael Anderson Burley Writing

life's tincture bleeds and bleeds away, rose petals slowly rust. Drab offices all built in grey, amidst the bones and dust.

We wander long, We vagabonds in dream begotten tales. Such trails as weave like filigree upon this earthly sphere. Trod misty vales, having slippe..

themed on loneliness, isolation, beauty and helplessness...