Poems from Armonief4
The Beauty Of It All You almost don't believe it the beauty of it all. Like it's something out...
The girl through the looking glass Look there through the looking glass, there lies a girl mad as a hatter. Look at her eyes how sad they...
Tick tick goes the clock till death comes to me in a dream. Till destruction comes in my waking nightmare in this twisted systematical...
The way she dances In graceful arcs in in subtle curves in leaps and gates in the way she dances. Of curl and bend of taught muscle and...