Plight

Raw becomes the plight of my exisrence, only to fade into darkness. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016 Advertisements

Sandstorm

Lost to withered rose, My being the flames devoured. Sandstorm my head was covered The Fowler lost the heap in song. My mind allowed for summer Days be wedded to moonlit skies. A heartbeat fainter grows, intensity so flailed. © Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2018