The Garden of Imagination
She is the vision of the evening twilight, That falls soft down upon my dreaming mind. In sleepless wonder I do contemplate The mystic depths of her enchanting eyes, And […]
She is the vision of the evening twilight, That falls soft down upon my dreaming mind. In sleepless wonder I do contemplate The mystic depths of her enchanting eyes, And […]
you can feel it the little pieces of yourself just sort of crumbling off and floating about as if you were dissolving into an ethereal cocktail of both sensation and […]
Drip… drip… drip… Feel the ebb… and… flow… Drip… drip… drip… From the pen… so… slow… Drip… drip… drop… From the table, from the top See the little river sliding […]