Maybe Tomorrow (7)

by ether

My hands were cold
He held them...

Where the dying roses blossom (3) 1

by StandStill

There's a world where dying roses grow,
each shudder out one final bloom...

Tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow (2)

by DragonRebornedInBrokenMirror

Randomly I learned language of Gods
and then cursed their names through the window...