Warmth forged by the frequenting sun is interrupted by the chill of the solumn chill.
Heated admiration goes along with thoughts of loved ones amidst in worldly abyss
Thank you for the brightness of the day. The blue of the sky, a stranger no more, bleeds apon us.
The bloom of roses nestled coy, Damn the winds of the North.
What had abolished my dream? If the winds are to blow let my thoughts sail to whom they were intended, and if not Damn the streams in which the breeze arose.
As a ripple in the river of time my thoughts are lost. Not to be forsaken, but held coldly within.
March gails? Sail my wishes, my hope and my dreams.
If not warmed by the currents of the Styx, then the heart of whom the tears fall