30 April 2012

Our innocence stands, and smiles with contempt. 'Hold fast!' the herald cries, 'For we must fear her'

Sweet jasmine scents the air, and the moonlight breathes and pours, it's creation of night once more.

IamJordanLeeI Wrote A Poem Years Ago, It Annoys Me That This Is All I Can Remember From It. • Opuss № I