Pond Of Tears
What have I become? She asked herself in soft spoken tune while laying the unknown depths of her thoughts down beside her. Life has become lifeless and unfulfilling. In her hiding place, there is no soul to be smelled, not even a fowl in the air. The expanding deep sigh’s hurts with the caverns of her cavity, holding the secrets that are withheld from others eyes […]
Phantastische Arbeit! Ich fühle mich geehrt, ein ‘like’ von ihm zu bekommen.
This is so beautiful ♥