She was alive...
Tag: art
Kwestie
Matter, I kid myself, no laughing...
Something extra
I felt ridiculous in...
Certain things
I try to win...
Love in a funeral parlour
The funeral director...
Write a love poem
My heart grows light even in the darkest days...
Love is a surprising song
I let go of the idea...
No desire, no grief
I want coffee...
Jasmine tea
I spar with death...
The forest has a silver aura
...in the starless moonless...
LiaThePoet 