Love

An Artist's Ribbon 3a

The artist ran her fingers through her hair and realized midnight always came at 3 A.M.
Cherry

Shadows

not sure
Cherry

Rio dreaming

Quiet nights of quiet stars, Quiet chords from my guitar, Floating on the silence that surrounds us. Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams, Quiet walks by quiet streams,
Story of the week

Buried -sample.

A story of love, class and remembrance.

Not Sure Yet

love of a different kind :)

are the birdsong that brings peace to the morning.

This might seem a little corny, like a Valentines card poem but I always thought of it as a lock where the reader is a key.