D3Sir3
"Only the Phoenix arises and does not descend.
And everything changes, And nothing is truly lost."
What can one say about the tempest. I know I've chased long, somewhat hard. Along brighten'd streets, down flower'd avenues. Sun-bathed boulevards, which led straight to her very eyes. Where one thinks they know themselves...All those endless streets, just strands of her hair, snared, entangled, knotted, and most enticing.
We tend to match her face, with that special visage, thought most, held truest. Eyes tawny-colored, so soft and amber-like, screaming to be released from this cruel-fashioned world. Yearning to fall into the comfor