havana.rama:
The sky falls.
havana.rama:
Roots and links.
havana.rama:
A wonder.
havana.rama:
The curtains were drawn.
havana.rama:
Her ivory knuckles.
havana.rama:
Hung up.
havana.rama:
And her smile was sunshine.
havana.rama:
The Cradle.
havana.rama:
The ladies.
havana.rama:
Bracing for better days.
havana.rama:
Waiting on the aftermath.
havana.rama:
My shoes left me awhile back.
havana.rama:
Ignoring the trespass.
havana.rama:
Shaded by the idea.
havana.rama:
The vase.
havana.rama:
Connection to the outer shell.
havana.rama:
The throne.
havana.rama:
Growing sideways.
havana.rama:
Close inspection.
havana.rama:
A certain sense of self.