The shadow of the crow glides over the loch, Salmon propel themselves rapidly upstream. The blackcock are burbling on the breeding ground And small groups of roe deer may be seen. The dawn’s sunlight spreads into corners, Lighting up the darkness of the land And casting rays upon the malevolence, That seeps into the …
One flower for each time I thought about you affectionately.
“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” Rumi
When I am with you, the only place I want to be is closer.
Roses are red, violets are blue, but I wouldn’t know that because you never bring me flowers, you bastard.