love was once like the blue foxwho ate the stars to curl into a little balland enchant us no longer do lips only kiss – they prophesymy destiny across your skin when you hear the thunders you remember meand think i was the storm toothen, nowmy heart is on fire the day...
I always write about the sea because, well, I just really love it. But today I was going over some of my old photos, from both Venice and back home in Sofia, Bulgaria, and started reminiscing about how much I love canals too. Particularly, how Venice was a love at...
