I've stumbled upon this site recently and I've never written any poems before. However, I do want to discover the magic of Literature - definetely, there must be a secret!) 0 followers / 29 words
The deeppest winds of a sense like the gentle stars falling through your heart. I will come to your place, make some cherry-tarts, make some calm in blood.
And the hottest tea of the sun for the acute mind.
The oceans of snowdrifts have laid at his porch for a sleep. He gives them a blanket made from his kidness's feathears. He believes inside them must be hidden somebody's heart.