When the rain fall
Hear the rain fall, cold bitter wind Withered leaves lost in its careless sweep Behind the fog are myriads of light lucid? When night succeeds a sunset of dreams – June 2014
Hear the rain fall, cold bitter wind Withered leaves lost in its careless sweep Behind the fog are myriads of light lucid? When night succeeds a sunset of dreams – June 2014
* The river tries to emulate the sky, Mirroring its multitudes of blues and hues. Rock ledges brutally slap its face, It flows seemingly an act of will. * Along the bank a… Continue reading