You can fade into a ripple..not take from my work..please.

It's the way that it is.

Never mind what ever.

Seasons of the mind.

Far cry.

Sword in hand as she lunges.

Tis a trifling matter.

It need be.

I smile.

Resting.

Go fly a kite.

I'm listening to Leonard Cohan right now.

Dancing dragons change and shift positions in a clamorous condition which defies description so here is the fiction.

Seems like poetry is becoming more popular around the world in general.