My walls are thick and dusty but he's breaking through
The Reason
Some things are worth fighting for
She
Her beauty is misunderstood but not by me.
Twilight
This love was his to cradle
Beginnings in Endings
When hope is a rainbow, where love is a window (I love him my whole soul)
Sycamore
Simply a sweet micro-rhyme.
Memories of Heaven
Memories are fleeting but forever
Timeless
There's an entire universe in his gaze which heals my wounds and all...
Weeping Willow
She if often misunderstood for being a storm when she is simply a rainbow after one.
Offshore
dreams of you
Outcasts
The moon and I, clothed in our own light, outcasts from the sun. We share a similar delight, that is of course the night. Alone, yet one. © Delia Ross. 2019
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