Beauty is pain
Buds burst forth in songs of crimson splendor. Double tetractys #12
But every now and thenI catch a glimpse of serenity, peace, and everything within
A question for society, may one sentence bring peace to the many.
Winter is to the trees The season of much sufferings in chill
Lively Bees be busy Rising from frostiness during the emergence of spring Warming At dawn Then Fluttering The pollen of flora Then bee's feet are a plethora- A short cinquain story about waking bees ...
Buds burst forth in songs of crimson splendor. Double tetractys #12
But every now and thenI catch a glimpse of serenity, peace, and everything within
A question for society, may one sentence bring peace to the many.
Winter is to the trees The season of much sufferings in chill
Lively Bees be busy Rising from frostiness during the emergence of spring Warming At dawn Then Fluttering The pollen of flora Then bee's feet are a plethora- A short cinquain story about waking bees ...