The petal dropped from the flower//And so the flower drooped...
Of Beautiful Parts
Made to be Trees
Remember some seeds weren't made to be trees...
The Long Walk
The trees are muttering lovely sweet nothings...
Adore Eternity
While you should cherish every moment... Adore eternity...
Where Does “Now” Exist
Where does "now" exist?
If I Could Build My Love a Home
The finest things make homes...
Intertwined
In the dark bliss, under the pale moon. Vines that all twist in love's tender bloom
Willow-Like
We flow, blurring the fading wike between writer and write
Odd Adventures, Pt. II: Ashes, Ashes
Finally after a few minutes, with the pile of ashes at his feet growing to a sizeable hill, his fingers struck the hard, solid wood. He widened the hole so they could see more easily, and he removed one more large chunk. They both gawked at the sight.
December Rose 