mSoleil

A willow tree,singing, swaying in the wind,reaching up to the skyand drooping morosely at its edges;I'll climb its gnarled branches,and sit at its highest peaklike a bird gazing over the ...

Upon the illuminated stage,she dances like a butterfly,suckling honey from her spectators;she leaps into the awe of the crowd,light and eminence clear on her chin;and as the curtains sweep to ...