She reminds me of Autumn.
Leaves flushed in the...

I once twirled the moon
in the palm of my hand...

I'd trim the strings of violins;
if I thought it would stop sorrow...

To the sun, I apologize;
for the moon, has my heart...

The billabong booms with the kind of
blokes and bush rangers that rest bundy...

I have tied my past to my ankles.
Birthed from a frail mother...

When,
divination...

I find her -
a heart of wild flowers...

The next train you depart on
will hold the scent of cane fields and...

Blossoms grows from words
rendered upon Ruby lips and...

I'm ablaze,
and although it burns...

I've never been able to write a heartfelt love...
Yet I shall still attempt to write this one just...