Poems from elena.clim
The little house on the mountain top was a quaint little cottage.
Not to big.
Not to small.
Just perfect in every way.
The house is hard...
Darkness engulfed all that was around.
Complete darkness was all that could be seen for miles, but wait?
Is that lig-
No.
“She saw the...
The mouse crawled slowly through the maze, but little did it know it had no end.
The maze was made of dead ends and endless paths.
Paths...
The warm waters of summer washed upon the sun kissed sand as the winds began to speed.
The sand dries courtesy of the warm rays of the sun...