a haunting flavor
a haunting flavor
and the taste from long ago
someone goulash me
a haunting flavor
and the taste from long ago
someone goulash me
to grab a moment
and peek into one's own thoughts
snippets of the odd
a day's gentle start
softly illuminated
with the foggy moon
darkness comes calling
just listen for its whisper
wait upon luna
just a small biscuit
peddled by a sales master
girl scout cookie time
we're all just stories
being written as we live
make it worth telling
deforming order
stark in the cool winter's air
slow life of a tree
how does the rain taste
fine mist dancing on my tongue
sweetness of the earth
the day's first moment
strong with that impulsive need
get some cheesy grits
to peer through the rain
onto a shrouded hillside
what is your blood's song