Breakfast rose
My favorite place to wait, a delicious cup of coffee and a rose. Perfection.
Sorry dear, I whispered
Just a few minutes on rue de la Victoire. Such fragrance… Gypsy Women. Sorry dear, I whispered. Fornication can wait.
Hidden
Take my hand sweet wind, moist Spring of sky. Wipe my arms with beads, with trickles; with ancient evaporation. Bring […]
Fine-tuning the creation (tender balm of nights forever)
Regime formed and angels carved, with weathered freeze; lay down. They stare from stone unmoved, eyes glazed; toward them. Knowing […]
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