The Angels Weep for Us
Above us, where span the lactescent arcades of the sky, Where azure and pearl frame the cloud-swelling meadows on high, …
Above us, where span the lactescent arcades of the sky, Where azure and pearl frame the cloud-swelling meadows on high, …
If only sadness were a storm; an angry rush of torrential downpour to leave me breathless; a Poseidonic fury to …
She filled her life with broken things, A blender on the blink, A teapot with a little chip, A …