This is the bright-eyed youth.
endless cycle of living and dying.
it is bittersweet – Nature’s tears bring you peace.
as autumn nights set upon the day, the light is clear and sweet.
the cold never looked so inviting. or dangerous.
her raven hair was torn away, splattered red.
morning quite subdued, with happiness glowing blues.
gentle touches, sweet kisses.
the beauty of natural things are far more powerful than the illusion of greatness.
beauty unseen withered away.