Pressed petals of blossoms sweet, Musty ferns and slumbering leaves, In dusty books and mildewed sheets, Scented words they reek of you. Birds and fluttering dragonflies, Blotchy clouds in cobalt skies, And dandelions that pass me by, Carry me as they float to you. Even in my fantasies, Fine frenzies and hovering dreams, In the… Continue reading Sorcery