Withered and tornDrowning in heartache A thorn in my sidePast life I mourn
As morning crept over the silent school grounds,
Hi, my name is Steve, and I am a talk-a-holic. I have been talking for over sixty years…
Tower moment exhaustfills the air with carbon.That sensitive plantfrom 200 years ago…
A delicate white flower.Hope of new beginnings White tears of wings.Gently nodding in blustery winds…