I am the breeze
caressing a shadowing...

You were a soft spring
that spoke to me...

There wasn't enough time
to tell you the titles of...

It lingers in the fridge,
covered in gravy...

Galloping horses
went to ride...

She's as tiny as a
speck of light...

Petals
adorn the path...

Her face wore a blizzard
as the curtain bid adieu...

I submitted a whisper
upon negativity's ear...

Lost in a maze
of white, transparent...

Bluebells courtesy, sighing at dawn
the clock ticks four, soft morning bliss...

Lost and alone
upon a twig...