The Light
Death was upon me
Until I saw the Light shine
Now, I am alive.
First Glance
Upon my first glance,
Beauty beseeches my eyes
and cripples my soul.
The Leaf
An autumn wind blows,
a crumpled brown leaf afar..
Home is now unknown.
©2018 BY B’HIVE STORIES
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