Rich Heads & Break Down

Break Down Placid is noneall disturbeddistorteddestroyed Waves continue to ripplesHard breeze divides, brushing soft All is movement, nothing stops Rich heads She walks inside meIn a cool driftA heavenly scent of rosesAn angelic faceWith such a wicked smile The beauty in her silenceWith those well spoken lipsTo step a wordAnd toe no wrong but truth … Continue reading Rich Heads & Break Down