The poetry of a croissant moon dipped in an espresso sky dusted with powdered sugar stars will enter the bloodstream directly, and begin to sing. Operatically. A pick-me-up to be slow-sipped at your own peril. Imbibe, and you risk lying awake all night. Buzzing with the beauty of the universe. Do not say you were not warned.
October 23, 2012
The Poetry Of 
September 13th, 2013 at 2:02 pm
Dearest Pavi, this is so beautiful! I am so grateful to have stumbled across your blog. Thank you for this. I will share it. 🙂