Holding Out My Hand
Dawn breaks in weary solitude, with remnants of exhausted beauty shattered and scattered. Defeat lay evident like a threadbare prayer …
Dawn breaks in weary solitude, with remnants of exhausted beauty shattered and scattered. Defeat lay evident like a threadbare prayer …
storms come with hovering bluster, lightning strikes, sharp-edge hail and stripping winds, then if luck holds, they move on to …
wake me when the careless moon impales on naked branches and stardust thrashes through ocean waves before surrendering to the …