My walls are thick and dusty but he's breaking through

The Reason

Some things are worth fighting for


Her beauty is misunderstood but not by me.


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)


Simply a sweet micro-rhyme.

Memories of Heaven

Memories are fleeting but forever


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.


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