Freestyle, Nature, Poetry, Seasons, Writing

Seasons through the Window

Every day, I stare out the window, A new example of natural beauty Playing before my eyes

Dark, Emotions, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

The Portrait

The picture rests atop a pristine ivory canvas, Strokes of ebony ink rippling across its surface, Shallow raven black streams that weave together An ornate portrait of a not so distant past Within its little hidden details, the story Of a once happy family slowly unravels