Bee Trails

Whipping windA baleful wind whips around her dress Not knowing what it brings It starts to bite and she begins to guess That death is a long time comingWhipping wind
He clutches life and creates death The gold he cannot find Once more in his final breath He kills what he loves
The old man held up by his staff Deception in his words Looking at the boy he starts to laugh To the girl barely a glance.
She stands in front of a long lost grave Knowing that it’s her fault Vines begin to creep up their stone slave It has been so lonely
This is not the on
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If you don't like them, you say it... I actually hate them, because I know I can do so much better. (:
Did you read the comment of the photo? There's the link of my brother's (the artist
You HAVE to check this out, girl!
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