The words on my lips fits like a glove: You are a fighter, but I am the fire of a brand new day
Cold winter creeping in with a blizzard and a whiteout without any reason other than, "this is how things are done around here."
Sometimes we know what monsters are inside us... It's the unassuming darkness we forget about.
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
Poetry and Flash Fiction
: : : i paint with words : : :
Lena Kvigne // Missionary
Footsteps, Footprints and Words