if the flowers could speakwould it dare?to question that it's beauty crossed the lairwould it glance, would it starewould it laid it's back bare?would..
upon the shifting pace of reality that grazeswithdrawn the fallen pieces of tearsday by day, the glances that went and past bypierced through the ecce..
The eyes that burn my lightsLike how the Earth was showered with nightsMy little twilightIn this paradigmClose to see youyet too close to be with youT..
A story about an artist and his social media friend she met on the internet. What would happen if the two cross their paths without knowing about each..