Tag: Shadorma November

Ash

On these bleak mornings when the world fades to ash Advertisements

Clouds

The sun is soft today amidst

Kiss Me

  On your lips I place a graven

Broken

As I watched you slip away, it

The Blue Door

Redemption is the gentle voice whispering

Seeds

What is left at the end of your life, nothing

Surround Me

I’m still here listening to the music of

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