Decrepit
Spinning the yarn of time Moments, days, months, years Etching marks as it passes Strange geometrical lines. Gnawing the flesh With tender hands or claws None knows, but Intangible […]
Spinning the yarn of time Moments, days, months, years Etching marks as it passes Strange geometrical lines. Gnawing the flesh With tender hands or claws None knows, but Intangible […]
Nature, I always find inspiration in her. Swaying of a branch while a small bird uses it as it’s swing, the sudden sally of a sparkling waterfall, a few drops […]