Quenched
Walk alone in aurora, sent of the morning dew feels beautiful, yet ungood Sun rising up for the mid day, for the noon shining like stained glass or marble of youth Has abandoned the night as I walk alone Stop by a shadow something to drink, something to thirst for A man sits to my table helping me and my thirsty mind Sitting under the ramblers as he looks in to my eyes all is so quiet... ...it is written in my writing pen we walk to the sunset (to a nameless man) -anni

Beautiful. Thanks for sharing. Please share more!

That was so nice. I'd love to read more, so please keep sharing :)

You are all so sweet, thank you! Is it just me or is this a bloody brilliant forum with extra polite and cute and sweet people?

i love it. this is fantastic. sorry i've been slow responding to your stuff. *goes to hunt other posts*