mysteryhawke
My bucket list is simple: A list made up of one, Not reams and reams of things I dream, Nor things I think will be fun. If I find I can cross this off Then I will be content; For if I do accomplish this My life will have been well spent. An…
In the gloaming twilight The senses disappear, Like closing ears and eyes: there is nought to see or hear, And as the moon she rises The sun takes to his bed, And cherishes the world he loves with one last kiss of red. In the growing darkne…