All Things Move Towards Their End

“She was given to me to put things right And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her Still I seemed so obsolete and small” - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds A painted fan with crimson tears floats on the wind of appetite, occasion approaching the backbone of gathering storm rekindled amid flickers of those... Continue Reading →

Katauta 18/10/2014

Serrated storm clouds Lusciously form and reform, But warm homes enhance the view. © Phen Weston 2014

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