To Survive the Cold
Fading beneath the crimson hue of a dying sun, her petals floated in downward spirals, one by one, until few were left. Poised, solitary, rooted in the soil where she’d … Continue reading To Survive the Cold
to a growing existence…
Fading beneath the crimson hue of a dying sun, her petals floated in downward spirals, one by one, until few were left. Poised, solitary, rooted in the soil where she’d … Continue reading To Survive the Cold
We march these empty fields Within our crowded minds Searching for the remnant Of culture left behind; But what we find is puzzling, A nature quite veneered, Reflected in the … Continue reading Bonds