Dropplets of mother nature's weeping spill onto the youngling's head.He considers the dropplets a burden and carries on with his day.The dropplets rec..
The one thing that understands the human soulThe one comfort that speaksThe rhythm of its heart beatYou can feel the intensity or the sweetnessYou can..
Do you know that feeling of being the only leaf on the tree?The feeling of being trapped, yet there is nobody stopping youThat desire of fitting in wi..
Remember that time you called me stupid?Remember that time you called me s****y?Remember that time you called me weak?Remember that time you called me..
She is winterHer beauty dominates the trees and leavesHer magical flakes fallHer emptiness summons the quiet townHer pain made into blizzardsHer bloss..