Delving into the beginnings, into the core. Will you follow me into this abyss? This act to entrap you as before. Underneath, burning with desire.
By Cyndi Freeman5 years ago in Poets
Which world do I live in, moving in and out, swept and calmed by the waters around me. Being engulfed and floating above. I go with movements of time.
The view out my window: Pinks, blues, oranges, and greens Beauty so full and complete, Nature's world royally preens. Crowds on the streets:
