Ascoopofhopescream

The flower may die, but the air current will always carry its remains: the scent of the wilted flower.-----------------------------------A series of poems with spontaneously changing feelings and topics. After all, there's not only a singular wilted one among us...…

Ascoopofhopescream

Several paths walked we haveBut what's going to be the next one?Carefree and lovely as were we,Our paths had traps of their own,Especially designed for you and me.…