What was once a bud will eventually bloom. The essence inside will come out and spread into the air that will be carried by the wind to bring into the heart of those who seek for it.
What was once a bud will eventually bloom. The essence inside will come out and spread into the air that will be carried by the wind to bring into the heart of those who seek for it.
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...