Out stretched finger tips pleading in the darkest night somethings seem distant out of reach; do I ask for too much? Shuffle and flip of the Tarot cards all possibilities are put into mystical perspective the devil plays games with no one! Soul to soul wounded dove tiny petals fall from high above and whispers …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
