Poetry Painter’s Palette You can give me the tiniest bit of yourself and I can color my entire world with it. Post navigation arrow-leftPrevious PostPreviousParadoxarrow-rightNext PostNextBliss
Poetry Ursa Minor To love him is to dwell in perpetual winter,where snowflakes fall as shards of shattered hopes. Cold winds whisper a bitter truth—we…
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Poetry Lola, It’s The End of As We Know It The leaves have fallen and the winds have blown The coldness of winter has settled in The season of you will never…