Christmas Finds Me

Christmas finds me, stuck in a monastery, in a cold and sterile room, seeping silence - making wishes, and thinking of loved ones.   Christmas finds me, walking the street of cobblestone, with pleasurable contemplation, under the safety of history, and her breath of kindness.   Christmas finds me, in the company of friends, gossiping...

Lady Snow

Still laid on frozen bed; with a book clutched to her chest; and coffee ready to be sipped; the street of knowledge she threads; to her delightful dread.   She bask in the sight full of white; blown away by the mystery that puzzle men; her claws clutched to her garb, like all she ever had.   Strolling...