If only we lived in another age, you'd send me roses everyday, court my chaperoned self, and hold my hand as we walked down the turquoise lake. I'd write you long, perfumed letters, transport you to the last time we were together, tell you of my favourite books and tunes, which you'd then read and… Continue reading Victims of the times
On a dark twilight, over the hills for the life of me, in fear and vain, I fled as Death rode behind in a suit of armour - then beat me, and slayed me dead. He marched away as, renewed, I did rewake to the sounds of the hoofbeats of the mare and kneeling, did… Continue reading Death
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Going through one of my oldest journal, I found these precious, once yellow petals of a rose, that I used to ink as precious moments in. Nostalgia led to this little line... I know what you're thinking, dear reader - something different? What can I say? I just feel a change in the wind. Ishaisms… Continue reading Unsung Lovers
It is with a heart filled to the brim with happiness that I write this today. Writing began at about 7, with the first taste of being published manifesting at 8, in the school annual, and continued with many such beautiful moments, until the world stopped momentarily today, and for once, left me devoid of… Continue reading Published Author!