PoetryTragedy Losing You The pain inside me grows like a rising river, what will I do to get through this winter? The thought of you being here no… TweetSharePinShareShare0 Shares
Poetry What is this life? A whispering of the wind, the rushing springs of the river bend. A riddle to the rhyme, there is not enough time. An answer to… TweetSharePinShareShare0 Shares