Finality Comes

  Finality comes with being recomposed by the winds. Laughter burns up hearts of the innocent who run With a whimsical stride. I hear the winds breath every now and then Through my living room window, while The cars roar.   Shout at the moon, you flamboyant fire. I am not appeased by your bite … More Finality Comes

Lulls Of Agony

Ruptered soul, burning twilight, I’m trapped in shadows lulling Agony. For to be enthralled by the cries You send me sears my heart raw. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2017