An almost muse, he was. An almost lover, faded before the crescendo. A sunset I saw, never to see the sunrise. A bud that wilted before the bloom. A half written chapter in a diary, lost amongst the wet forest floor. He filled...Read More
My Wish Upon The Stars Since I was little, i would wish upon a star. Up in the sky, talking with my god. And to him I asked him to come down to me and be with me. Send me an angel to protect me and love me, forever. The best man...Read More
When I was young, I had a short lived fascination with being a butterfly catcher I became obsessed with seeing all the different kinds I could find in books. I would look thru those books and think to myself. Chase the monarch?...Read More
BECOME A SACRIFICIAL OFFERING
Join Amora's mailing list to receive her latest news and poetry.