Poems from beeharbor

Life is lonely estranged and grey but he had a brilliant mind bright enough to shower the world with stars his jokes caused laughter to...
curling fingers grasp cold hands tears swim in eyes forming oceans of sorrow in some furious thunderstorms in others yellow paint marked...
I always loved the ocean the waves crashing on shore, to and fro lapping up the sand greedily in its maw But when I was a child, I was...