"The purpose of life is to live a purposeful life" |
They come from black depths,
Twisting and squirming...
The battlefield is now silent.
Too cold for crow or raven...
Spewed forth from the fires of industry
Volcanic river flows endlessly as...
Snowflakes fall through the evergreens
She prances like a winter dryad...
It was late when I awoke
And she was lying there...
Love is gone. Is it fate?
Entangled in the dying thorns...