“I dwelt alone in a world of moan, and my soul was a stagnant tide…” Edgar A. Poe Stagnant Tide For the sun never sets without bringing regrets: Her last breath, a small sigh, parted lips, two cold hands In my grasp as pale shade of pure white in her face,
Low Tide
Low Tide
Low Tide
“I dwelt alone in a world of moan, and my soul was a stagnant tide…” Edgar A. Poe Stagnant Tide For the sun never sets without bringing regrets: Her last breath, a small sigh, parted lips, two cold hands In my grasp as pale shade of pure white in her face,