Poems from Anwebster
Dear little girl, It's okay, no need to fear. You were meant to be here. Your contemplation and hesitation Don't let it cloud you; don't...
She smiles in the mirror.
He screams through the glass...
I’m from the winds, and breezes that dance through the trees;
From dirts so dark stains lived on for weeks.
I’m from the fields of glory...