Where our fairy tales have gone

... For Clemence 1995-2016 He walks with acute intention A boiling vengeance in his rotten heart A task asked for, no, a mission In which, unknowingly, she will take part She would pay for them all Their disdain and dismissal He responded to the inner command Cold steel in his firm hand She dreams of flowers…


Tears Joy Sadness Compassion Anger Laughter Loss Surrender Empathy My heart melts In so many ways But Tears It is just water running down my face Ambrozya Napowrimo day 4