’tis the sparkling of thy soul
Right Outside Her Gates
… and, as she walked towards the Citadel of Damascus, she knew this one time she was walking through stillness. A silent and gentle walk of waiting. She knew she had played her part. Answered a pool of the pile of expectations, parting with its infinity. Planted the seeds of the Rose, the Damascene Rose. […]
Dear Heart …
Heart Strings Conduct, The Orchestra Follows
The heart strings are playing the song
Sweet November, Please Be Kind and Blessed
Oh, Dearest Father!
The Fragrance Code of Damascus
White. Serene. Beautiful. Perfumed.