A last breath, a last batting of times eyelids,
eyes fall of rain, in the depths of ourselves...
Taken into the night whilst I'm not prepared,
Swept away in a stormy torrent...
Walking through the
arboretum...
This is about people's different attitudes to...
As the rain pours and pours...
A colorfilled meadow is
Where I love to be...
A hail of a bell,
Became softer and softer...
Mouse
Careful, cheerful...
*NOTE: This is something I had to do for school...
When the sun goes down...
Winter breeze lingers,
Painting delicate colors...
I can see her now!
The racing wind...
I miss the patchy,
secret place...
The times that we had; Just us two.
Disappointments shared; We were blue...