zephyrus.

Photo: Ellen Jantzen

The Ephemeral Symphony of a Moment in Timeless Space

i exist, and so… i dance

Fine Wine

Take a sip, join the wild side Relax to the point you don’t have to hide I prefer Red Wine, the seductive flavor  Pour out the desires…

Echoes of the Lot.

Nada. Not A Thing.

It’ll all be for nothing, indeed.

Safe

What I no longer am

Help Me.

Please let it end.

leftandright.

We argue after noon, And fight all the way through The starry lights.

Her Captivity.

Beyond perfection.

So Ago

So admirable  Slow death on a sunny slope  Breeds new life  And forgoes the omittable  Sometime again ago