I envy the woodlands beauty song as I do walk along.

I shaped the earth for both you and I.

About a girl named Ally, whose beauty is only surpassed by her bad luck, which she always seems to get out of.

What kind of thoughts do you have?

About me.

Universal genre rises to the top of every innermost desire of the one who has an artistic egocentric.

I am exhausted. The day has not passed with ease, laughter has not echoed my steps, and I am lost. It’s changing; the cold desolate frosts of winter and delicate webs sparkling in the dawn are ebbing.

A surreal, imaginative, heartfelt poem.

A surreal, imaginative poem.

An enjoyable metaphor.