There was a time I wore the crown, In mirrored halls of polished…
Some mornings bloom in softened light, With petals spun in pink and white,…
The forest doesn’t speak in words, It hums through leaves and wings of…
Go-slo, morn-flow, dawn’s sweet chime, I rise, rinse the night from my skin,…
I woke to a world that had lost its stars, Neon suns hummed…
At dawn, I part with my little one’s smile, A fleeting warmth that…
He walks the streets, his head held low, A shadow where the neon…
Beneath the blood-red evening sky, In 1809, where shadows lie, A lone rider…
Somewhere in the French Alps… A little stream that flowed through the pine…
Part 2 of 3 short stories that are sure to take you on…