Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door…
by Dev
I'm not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from…
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on…
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my…
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire,…
When art critics get together they talk about Form and Structure and…
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely,…
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the…
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of…
So do I and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for…
