Snow-Flakes Out of the bosom of the Air Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as...
Everyone in my closest environment knows that I have always had a tendency and soft spot for the extraordinary. Normal ...
Messing with the standards, breaking them and trying something individual has always been something I enjoyed doing ...
Unfortunately I am not the kind of person who’s necessarily keen on all stuff Halloween so I decided, instead of a ...
October O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should ...
