Club contest, had to write about...

Some things are beautiful thoughts
but I shall finish it up just right here...

I'm not little,
and I'm not pride...

Sallow lights,
foggy skies...

He is that laughter that
never finds a tall tree...

A fragile cry chanted,
of far-off dreams...

.....come to me,
let me protect you against light...

Breathe me a thousand times,
as my presence delights your...

Why be colder than the snowiest season
of the year...

Britts' contest...

Your heart is torn
in the beautiful mess...

I look for it between tumbling lines
of fugitive lost memories, amid words...