Grace

It takes grace to smile and be polite while plotting hundred ways to torture someone in your brain.

Little Sister

Her maiden tear and the drop of blood, The vested fear and hand in mud, Limitless horizon of curious ponder, Worth it or not I always wonder. A small smile, a faire la bise A stardust in heaven, an angel’s in peace A strand of hair, an occlusion to light, With a morning sun, a…

Eyes

Your eyes give you away…