Posted on September 4, 2019September 4, 2019 by poeeternal Sewn I can't fly away because he clipped my wings and now taunts me like I am prey Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email PostLike Loading...
Posted on January 30, 2019 by poeeternal 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 Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email PostLike Loading...