Writing

Wind blown rain kisses awaken thought Sharply nibbling at her heart. Ripe soil stirs rousing particles ascent Greeting her nose with earths s..

Softly falling into weightless mind. Blowing dandelion messengers across time. Drying up from salty kisses. ..

The lovely spring will soon arise after the cold winter snow.

As Night unfurls its murky veil and cast it upon the livings, our souls are dancing in a lake; the lake of lost chastity, dressed in the finest of ..

On this cold winter night, The glowing white snow creeping through the door; Infinite snowflakes grappling against the windowpane, Silent and soft...

It's about hope and and rising from the ashes of past.

Before reading this story, please read its prequel Winter Agony (also one of my works).

It's about sticking to the last ray of hope amidst all the darkness that might be around you in any possible form.

Just like a person who looses his spark and searches for that spark, a dandelion waiting for a fresh Breeze to blow it's little feathers.

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