The sun was sulking by the roadside, its tattered sleeves trailing on the road. I rode through its fingers and I saw a yesterday-moon. So that was why the sun was sulking! Moon was quite violent in her stark holy shroud of fading paduasoy and the sun was competing and flaring, blinding me so that I was in danger.
Beautiful angry ladies take heed of the fir trees.They are blacker than footfall, more seductive than your own creamy flesh.
Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017