A Garden's BeautyDiverse in it’s silence A garden locked in adherence It’s brought nothing but beauty As the gardener has seen well to her duty Daily, a watering can is retrieved Shrivelled buds are clipped and grieved The spring wears on Day after day, dawn after dawn Summer quickly arrives Something of a death day to the chives Then shears appear Simply out of no where Their screams are ignored By who they considered their lord Placed gently in a basket They’d met their end in this casket These flowers made a bouquet that day Fine flowers,A Garden's Beauty
Silent Death“Hello” whispered a voice through the darkness. The room was pitch black, save for a few beams of moonlight seeping through the antique yellow drapes.Silent Death
“It’s been a while.” continued the same voice, seeming like it was talking to thin air. A quick breeze rustled through the drapes, as if in response
“Are you here to talk?” went on the voice. It came from a figure seated in front of the window, its eyes dead set upon the covered window.
“Or are you here to finish?” inquired the voice, a note of finalization in the last syllable. It remained quiet, no noise daring to sound in the stillnes
Funeral Party
Oooo
Mortified
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~Alexis~
Guess not. x__x
LOVE. < 3
Now I did. (:
Now my comment collection can truly be complete.
No, I don't like Superman.
And I just picked this mood thing because it's fun to watch.
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Ghosteh gotted a deviant accout xD
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