The last hope of what is left.
Though on the verge of falling down, some crooked, broken, dried up branches still hold it into place.
It is what is left of our virtues.
It is what is left of us.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Crumpled Blossoms
I think this is the Human popularity.
Crumpled up.. Rooted from the same old soil.
Together yet not together.
Alike yet so different.
Beautiful but ignorant.
Lively but unnoticed.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
The Call
The birds are the perfect example of the definition of parents.
We might not see it in our own parents but when we consider birds and how they work together and build a nest for their children describes how one's parents work.
It's incredible and strange and true.
I hope you like it.
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