Cosmic dust- an ekphrasis

Touch thisDark melancholy,With those paleFingertips.Whisper the wordsOf silence,With yourSanguine ruby lips. Bring colourTo the darkness,Greens, yellows,Reds and strands.Touch this voidOf vacuum,With yourGentle, healing hands. And in your eyesHold the stars,But, there’s no needTo rehearse.Let’s fall and riseLike cosmic dust,Cause we’re the universe.

Rolls royce

Not all cars can take you to places you want to see there are actually very few that match up with our glee. They say these cars are Rolls royce farther in reach than the sun it would be perfectly true if no one ever had one. Many actually have found theirs gifted in their…