[ thoughts, like a breeze ]
thoughts, like a breeze, soar currents across space – to linger within us innately viewed they offer a sense of …
thoughts, like a breeze, soar currents across space – to linger within us innately viewed they offer a sense of …
I’m sure I rode a camel’s back Along that old Silk Road The scent of sand stirs memory Of time …
In response to Robert Frost’s same title, which begins … LOVERS, forget your love, And list to the love of …
Let all that are to mirth inclined Enjoy that fact and share in kind – There’s much to love as …
It’s called getting high and it’s why I wander desire’s road, the one that goads the fires of freedom to mark …
I’m a child of the wild and kin to the wind – I – like her, can change angles and …
The hands of clocks are spinning round the face of time so fast, while all the walls come crumbling down …