The Vision
My hands turned into a million White butterflies Rushing to the moon Where am I going? To the drops and the whispers To the winds and the tops To the shortness of life Filled...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
My hands turned into a million White butterflies Rushing to the moon Where am I going? To the drops and the whispers To the winds and the tops To the shortness of life Filled...
Rubbish, old yellow rubbish. You see, it is there, It doesn’t move It stares at you While you walk, smile or think. Old yellow rubbish Covering the air Whispering dark thoughts It dyes every...
He took a big needle, put the string in the eye of the needle gently, almost petting the needle. There there, he said now we are ready. He took their skin between his fingers...