Trees allow their old leaves to fall so they can then blossom.
There is but one Morning, that when we took our first Breath; All the others are reminders that we have not yet journeyed into death.
Here with me, Near to me, Next to me, You put a hex on me, that fills me with Joy. Beside me, Inside of me, You hide in me, what you don't want others to know, what others won't understand. Safe in your embrace, the warmth of your face, takes me to a...
