Ante Meridiem

Perhaps it's the soul of a certain "voice"- which hovers over words so frail yet true. On this canvass the colours of both its joy and sorrow blend into a vibrant rainbow-an exquisite extreme of reds and blues. Like this array, every page spills delicate sentiments- and words.Words only sung by a different dimension of poetry. Birth to Philoscientry."She writes in the palms of true sentiment. She writes from the depth of her soul. She writes from the orifice of her name- the abyss of her secret hole. Ensconced in her spirit. She writes."