Foolish Lover
Foolish Lover~
Let me, the foolish lover
disappear into poetry
Foolish Lover~
Let me, the foolish lover
disappear into poetry
Rooted~Sometimes, especially in the mellow light of Autumn, when the sky is a happy azure, and clouds look like white candy floss, I get a smell. A familiar whiff, most unexpectedly, in the middle of my chores.
The smell of a dark room ensconced between the staircase to the first floor and the other room that leads to the dining room.