Apr 2012
Outside the window falls the summer snow.
Their lives held in a wistful dance,
Held in the winds careless grasp,
They seem almost trapped in a melancholy waltz.
Do they too dream of freedom,
Or do they have it all along?
For the summer snow is filled with the seeds of dreams.
Blown from their homes with childish ambition.
Though the wind may hold them at first
Those tiny dreamers decide to flourish and bloom
If they can be free,
Then can we?
Their lives held in a wistful dance,
Held in the winds careless grasp,
They seem almost trapped in a melancholy waltz.
Do they too dream of freedom,
Or do they have it all along?
For the summer snow is filled with the seeds of dreams.
Blown from their homes with childish ambition.
Though the wind may hold them at first
Those tiny dreamers decide to flourish and bloom
If they can be free,
Then can we?
It feels like forever since I've written anything.
On a side note I realized, quite suddenly, that I have been rather rude to the people that have taken the time to leave comments and the like. So I would like to say thank you to all the people who became my fans and for all the kind words left in comments and reactions. I apologize for my rudeness I will work to amend it.
On a side note I realized, quite suddenly, that I have been rather rude to the people that have taken the time to leave comments and the like. So I would like to say thank you to all the people who became my fans and for all the kind words left in comments and reactions. I apologize for my rudeness I will work to amend it.
