Poems from Amaniy
Coffee colored roots burgeon up from the hazel chocolate
soil that has been dispersed throughout the thing we call time.
As the roots and...
She sits still, her voice cracking from the fear
of the hideous creature before her. Any slight movement and she will
be killed slowly and...
The leaves of autumn spill and fall.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, its rhythmic sounds.
Early Morning symbolical verses and rotting
leaves that...