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 rippl