have you ever spend new years on a flight
ringing in midnight from 30,000 feet above everyone else?
YOU ARE READING
ashes and sunflowers
Poetrywords flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
30,000
have you ever spend new years on a flight
ringing in midnight from 30,000 feet above everyone else?
