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The cold crisp beat of rain speaks softly of winters return; I stood under the stars breathing in the nights chill, listening to the sounds of b..

As dirt collects to rusty metal lamps Graves of old days build Leaving shells of peoples tales Maze like walls corrupt city street floors ..

“Whimper here” said the old man; his face was old and wrinkled, and covered in hair the colour of freshly fallen snow. “Whi..

Grass greener then eyes have even seen lies untouched across forever roaming hills, gently swaying in the late noon breeze. The sky is dark..

With the last stolen kiss, I lay my head down to rest, His warmth fills the sheets beside me, as his heart beats in time. The world that froze o..

The silk of sand Filling my skin with warmth With a sky of ocean blue, and a sun of forbidding heat A lake holds empty water, and tr..