Water Phoenix

It was not long until the boredom got to him again. Slowly he descended from his revere and into his daydreams. He saw a sunlit meadow where not a flake of snow had fallen in a thousand years. He saw dandelions for the first time, picked flowers, like violets, daisies, buttercups. He’d seen pictures in … Continue reading Water Phoenix

Park Benches

Alone ones sit here and While the rain pitters, And patters, Think about what it means To feel it on their cheeks, Leaving a dampness That refreshes an Aching heart, And Hides their tears. -Clara Inspiration: I don't rightly remember. It just... Happened. View page