Poems from blueburn
Snowflakes quiver on the
edge of something new,
knew there would be no return afterwards.
The snow collected and stuck together
-birds...
First love.
fanciful flashes, yearning youth, a
dash
of nuanced naïtivity,
A forever trapped within the shortness of a year,
heartbreak...
little swan,
life will come and go,
Don't bother sticking to what you know
Please, please go with the flow.
Follow your heart.
Mr....