Poems from WillBeau
It seems lonelier when the blackbirds sing, in perfect broken harmony. how shall we contain this wild rose that grows within us? this rose...
Lonely, one’s heart might say. Some may drown themselves in the uncomfortably comfortable embrace of another claiming to be obedient to...
Hardship can make the faint heart grow calloused or make the faint heart grow strong.Some flowers can blossom through the cracks of cold,...