emailFacebookTwitterGoogle+PinterestTumblrStumbleUponDiggRedditTo invent time one Floats between then and now reaps Memory’s echo. **** Autumn ray of love before Winter’s cold embrace you will invent me. **** My straight and narrow wishful thinking leads inside fallen tree branches. **** Narrow creviced heart fallen leaves of love’s lost grasp towards broken skies. **** Nature’s narrow path downward… Read full post.