Villie Flari

4 posts

River party

By the river's flow ducks chatting; an inviting party. »


My wounds find solace in foggy mornings; comforted in their soft blankets, they sleep. Alas. They confess under the bright light that follows. Do I look scary to you? Don't be afraid. Touch them. They are soft and silky like the soul they clothe. I wire draw a smile on »


I can hear the silence. Sometimes deafening, sometimes softly whispering. It talks to me about the peace on the other side. Stay with me. Don't go yet, there are so many colours you haven't seen, so many smells you haven't tasted. Stay with me. I can see the dark. Sometimes »


Half open shutters in a sunny dawn remind me of lazy eyelids from a sound sleep. Their stillness attracts a rusk of a thousound golden threads. How these indolent mornings are missed! The mesmerising dust's dance in the light; the day dreams full of rebels and ethereal terpsichores. Figments, so »