Callista727 : Writing

A Spring Tale of Fallen Leaves

A Spring Tale of Fallen Leaves

A Poem by Callista727


Here comes the breath of Zephyrus, timbres of the rustling fallen leaves, deciphers a tale. Sun..
Dream of Glass

Dream of Glass

A Poem by Callista727


Dream of Glass I was once lost in the sea of sands, till I find my sunlight, I melt under the s..
Hands of Memories

Hands of Memories

A Poem by Callista727


Hands of memories, as they covered in blood, a loud cry signified the born of a great person. H..


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