Tonight I leave the dead to sleep as their faint beckonings resonate and swirl and sift among the moss-draped trees down this path I travel…
Tonight I leave the dead to sleep as their faint beckonings resonate and swirl and sift among the moss-draped trees down this path I travel…
Deep within a coven of trees you can find purple passion inside those wild plums the sweet meats of isolation and chaos Far away from…
This was posted once, a while back when I had 2 readers…now I have 4 readers :)) LOL… I thought since it is that time…