Serendipity
· poetry
Then the stars align Light-years between it all collapse to here and now Burning their true essence, suns of anarchy...
Then the stars align Light-years between it all collapse to here and now Burning their true essence, suns of anarchy...
Sometimes you are the winner of discontent Incomplete with long pauses of ill ease Slow heartbeats of melancholic systole Then...
Strange shaded world Egrets top the trees as audience to the quiet interlude Songbirds rest their voices for a spell...