Poems from blueburn

I laugh too much for someone so depressed about the state of the world.
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....