Catering thy creative self through art, poetry, passage, cooking and gardening.
Red roses .... aren't they lonely in the brocade vase Colored only with the narrow slit of luminous light The crimson blue curtains, bundled up in two triangles The ocean slippers waiting to be slipped on By unknown pairs of luxurious feet The pages of...
Drenched with laminiferous thoughts my mind was unpredictable Incapable of loosening from the clasp of present tales The tales of community Tales of men around me Disposition for present problems A sharp inclination so demanding Race course ground was...