Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

Poetic I: SPRING

C'est Tout from Moi @ 4:46 PM

Daffodils and sun-kissed tulips
Sprouted brightly and colourfully
Fresh citrus sweet-smelling fragrance
And birds chirping gleefully

Filling the warm crisp air
With joy and zest every minute
Making a pompus entry as it always is
This is what SPRING is to me