Poems from Tay_Mora

Awakening
    1 The oracular orb of night   And the lucid silhouette of a beatific man.   2 The ethereal-like frame moving with incontrovertible...
December 5th, 2013
    Three minutes before nine on a cold, crisp December, Not the screeching of tires and throttled, strained gasps, or the tearing of...