There’s many vows, in our World. Many, yet still unheard. Use a feather from the ground – your love Will yet to be unbound. Still you hear Natures sound. Civil, culture – try walking on the ground, hear steps poping up, spirals carry us way, way down. Wear your self made Crown, Bright and shinefull Continue reading

Devour me dove, there will be blood. Ray on me your pride, My soul is open wide. Hide, I can’t. I have repent. Continue reading