My Malachi

My Malachi, The old man’s gaze is deep and piercing, as if he has lived a thousand lifetimes. His blueish eyes, once vibrant and full of youthful wonder, now seem to hold a galaxy of memories – tales of love, loss,

In the Grasp of Heaven’s Flower

May the flower of heaven pluck you from the skies just like a bird does with a piece of straw? And while both being of the same where the heart belongs leaves kindled spirits small, smaller and gone. “Joseph Kravis 11/2000”

Out In Nature

Out In Nature,In the heart of naturecore, where life vibrates in its most pure form, stood a lady, her dress a unique blend of light gray and red, echoing the subtle hues of the twilight sky.