Falling BlossomsRead more: Falling Blossoms
These arms serve as refuge through seasons, storms, the sweltering sun, & gusts of wind. As warm days near their end, the air turns cold and emerald tonesturn to amber and crimson. But imminent days lie ahead; life will be renewed. Until then the promise of spring blossoms and brighter days continues.
Raining underneathRead more: Raining underneath
by Mark Ryan – Check out more of his work here: Havoc and Consequence Underneath. Down here where it’s calm. Where the black beauty of the abyss touches my feet. All is quiet. All is still. I’m entombed as if in a coffin. Locked forever in my own space Controlling the promise of my ever…