Harken! Green buds bursting Forth, reawakening Advertisements
Fill your life with golden light.”
This then is my truest of truths: I miss you in my waking hours when night is gone and morning comes for then there are no magical dreams to which I may once more succumb.
from his rib, woman
I am a sultry siren singing from sapphire seas Unbound, I am your fiery soul running wild and free
mighty hand of God