The wind blows sharply. Whistling as it chases an invisible prey. Trailing behind the wind, comes a soft icy blanket. The trees are naked,
By Lilac Winds3 years ago in Poets
Silence never helped. It always unsettled me. Creeping up on me. Trapping me. When there is only silence I feel so...
It's dark. Oh so dark. There's no sound. Nothing. Just Darkness. I once had the light, held softly in my hands, but the suffocating doubt,
The library, full of books. The wise and old books, songs full of memories. The reckless and young books, songs full of hope.