Constant perfume,
loneliness,
remembering,
dreaming
my heart an open road.
loneliness,
remembering,
dreaming
my heart an open road.
by Vania
Fall.
The air is fresh.
The scent of fading leaves, lovely.
I breathe in and cannot get enough.
In the early autumn
the tender sunshine is
the last smile of summer.
I often look at the sky now,
gazing at the birds
leaving for the south.
The air is fresh.
The scent of fading leaves, lovely.
I breathe in and cannot get enough.
In the early autumn
the tender sunshine is
the last smile of summer.
I often look at the sky now,
gazing at the birds
leaving for the south.
by Dina S
Greet each day
with the dying grief
of lips that bleed.
Each day you live
is but death itself.
with the dying grief
of lips that bleed.
Each day you live
is but death itself.
by Xandria Iva