The sketches paint my unsaid rue, and night tramples them with an ultramarine hue. It could have been, was it for me to decide; So the moonlight heals my bruise tonight.
Have you seen her yet?
The spider-coloured leaves fall on the ground. She’s wrapped in a burgundy turtle-neck sweater and a black jacket. A deep purple scarf gently caresses her neck. A bucket hat with a small, silken black bow sits on her head. Her auburn hair falls softly on her shoulders and kisses her occasionally when the wind blows.... Continue Reading →