Murderous Poetess

For little does she know the depth,
To which her subtle words in breath…

How Will You Know?

Your hands will never touch,
All the things I feel…

If I Had Known

If I had known, it would end like this,
I would have lingered longer in each kiss…

Murderous Poetess

For little does she know the depth,
To which her subtle words in breath…

How Will You Know?

Your hands will never touch,
All the things I feel…

If I Had Known

If I had known, it would end like this,
I would have lingered longer in each kiss…

Murderous Poetess

For little does she know the depth,
To which her subtle words in breath…

Repentant Stare

Our sullied sins, the less known,
An echoed demonic baritone…

How Do I Know?

You say that you love me,
But how am I to know,
The words are so easy,
These little seeds we sow.

The Journey

Tung Jin, the aging Taoist Master of a rural temple in the hills outside of Nanning, was beginning to feel the weight of the many years that had passed since his birth. Although his spirit was still strong, the day to day tasks in seeing to temple business and instructing his students were becoming more … Continue reading

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