It’s a new dawn,
time to forget the light of former days.
A new harvest, fresh fruit;
slip into the comfort of early shade,
let go of what is fading away.
Shed these tired leaves,
dance in the cool breeze.
It is autumn yet again.
She doesn’t polish her nails, or arrange flowers in her hair. She loses and finds herself, meditating mid-air. She needs no angel to guard her dreams. In shadows, she explores; in the light, unpuzzlin
Siempre digo que no tengo arrepentimientos Pero sà los tengo, y uno no deja de seguirme. Me arrepiento de no haber pasado más tiempo con mi abuela materna cuando estaba viva. Ella me crió desde que te
Be wary of those so certain of themselves. They will shatter you, to prove they do not crack. But only the broken seek to break.