She looks to the skies
on every dark night...

The ground shakes beneath the feet
of the girls and boys as they meet...

A single seed of doubt
one word cried in my ear...

Edited 4/4
The sun is shining, melting all the snow...

Falling droplets; they say the gods cry.
but they are not the tears of a child lord...

Stuck by a needle
pricked in the thumb...

Whenever i look to the night sky
i see your guiding sparks of light...

This was for a contest that said to make ordinary...
ode to straws...

I came so close, i almost did it,
almost became the terrible monster...

The happy smell of Easter cake
As a little frilled girl of eight...

Editte 4/4 completely changed the whole thing
Looking looking...

Silver blossoms on a tree,
a tree that leads to fairies...