Theirs were the smiling Faces that, together, lit Up our barren world.
Full hearts, blind eyes seek No reason. They roam, unbound, Like leaves on the wind.
She was, but a small girl. T’was a rather large dream, Jetting towards her. – Meera
Maybe even the Blanketing darkness strove to Protect you from you. Maybe even the Flames that licked your palm wanted To open you up. But then you spited The darkness with a light and It rained like fire. – Meera