Only memory about you. the rose I tried to present you. An humble submission, to devote, bestow myself fully. Love unnoticed, declined, deserted.
Birds over trees do not know when hunter will shoot them. They happily chirping, singing, and swinging over branches. before they fall motionless, unknown of what is death. that floats in the air above head every moment. Behold, if you know there is the end, coming near. Cycles of seasons and you are part ofContinue reading “Happy birds”