Add to ORKGGleaming blond hair, sharp blue eyes, You rest in peace by the window. When you walk, you\u27re proud, When you\u27re hurt, you\u27re defiant..
Alone I wait. Quietness-and held blunt against it a page turned in the room leaves slip still outsid...
When you were three you found it hard To climb a stair, But trustingly you struggled up..
The street endures, Marred by a scratchy Blanket of feet; Its back scarred With gouging rails on whi...
Sad, still Spetember\u27s sheaf Of scarlet sumac, now, Coldly sheared by snow\u27s silver sword Is s...
Twisting and turning recklessly It staggers out of the mountains, And, straightening, stretches out ...
tired woman knelt like a stone in prayer or in death she even could have been a statue before a real...
SHE FELT she must lift her head neatly and take a deep, noiseless breath and relax her eyes here for...
I stood, holding on to my cedar tree, and when my knees no longer shook, I let one hand come away fr...
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
Jazme comes tearing down the stairs in her three-at-a-time headlongway whipping snarling splitting t...
The boulevard lights bounce from the pavement; The walkers speed their pace as the night chills. Lon...
once she knew of them, her death was sealed in a small copper box pinned to the edge of twilight whe...
An old woman, face lined with time\u27s scratches and slipping spectacles, plays the collar of her p...
The dry day dies as many have before, In the steel-gray death of a bloodless sun; Mortician night sh...
HE LOOKED DOWN at her, at her lovely blue eyes and her little silver earrings. She came only to his ...
Alone I wait. Quietness-and held blunt against it a page turned in the room leaves slip still outsid...
When you were three you found it hard To climb a stair, But trustingly you struggled up..
The street endures, Marred by a scratchy Blanket of feet; Its back scarred With gouging rails on whi...
Sad, still Spetember\u27s sheaf Of scarlet sumac, now, Coldly sheared by snow\u27s silver sword Is s...
Twisting and turning recklessly It staggers out of the mountains, And, straightening, stretches out ...
tired woman knelt like a stone in prayer or in death she even could have been a statue before a real...
SHE FELT she must lift her head neatly and take a deep, noiseless breath and relax her eyes here for...
I stood, holding on to my cedar tree, and when my knees no longer shook, I let one hand come away fr...
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
Jazme comes tearing down the stairs in her three-at-a-time headlongway whipping snarling splitting t...
The boulevard lights bounce from the pavement; The walkers speed their pace as the night chills. Lon...
once she knew of them, her death was sealed in a small copper box pinned to the edge of twilight whe...
An old woman, face lined with time\u27s scratches and slipping spectacles, plays the collar of her p...
The dry day dies as many have before, In the steel-gray death of a bloodless sun; Mortician night sh...
HE LOOKED DOWN at her, at her lovely blue eyes and her little silver earrings. She came only to his ...
Alone I wait. Quietness-and held blunt against it a page turned in the room leaves slip still outsid...
When you were three you found it hard To climb a stair, But trustingly you struggled up..
The street endures, Marred by a scratchy Blanket of feet; Its back scarred With gouging rails on whi...