Like light, sadness is rampant; like darkness, it obliterates hope and vision; like the original sin it is...
To be on the verge is like being poised on a narrow ledge. The potency can be gauged...
The rose oozes dew-drops to mourn its beauty trapped within thorns. Cravings lose intensity in the very process...
Everyone, everything, has to be deeply rooted for authenticity. Gnarled, knuckled roots clutch the earth to anchor hoary...
A cold, clammy mist swirls down obliterating the lake and the distant blue-green hills. A blank white wall...
In spring, the ladybirds emerge in countless numbers only to end as ignominious smears on the asphalt after...
