Words...flow as notes upon a sheet...my passion, adoration and lust for prose are eternally embedded, innately ingrained upon my very soul...My life's work has been bound and protected within the sanctuary of journal upon journal, until now... |
There is nothing deeper...nothing more...
anything ever again...because that one and only...
Old faces of voices past...
Surroundings in motion change so fast...
As the wisteria blows on the wings of spirits...
The fragrance emanating penetrates on sheer...