Dum Spiro Spero

 

Sands of Time

Sand, golden sand, flowing through my hand, like time that escapes us all. We used to play here. Content, as the day came to an end. In Grannie's...

A Winter's Tale

Not the end. Not death. Just life cycles's weakest breath. Before it breathes into us life anew, from the wildest man to the tamest shrew. Sheepish...
Cherry

Give A Little Thought

The road to righteousness is not rhetoric, the path to freedom is not fighting. The mother of all battles grieves for her children, the father of...