The dark flower, mysterious And demonic in its pristine beauty A curse of immortality, Passed down through the ages
Soon, I descend into a familiar world Soft sheep prance upon fields of forest green, Ivory fleece bouncing with each bound A jubilant breeze drifts through, Winding around every living being, It reaches out with spectral fingers
Ghosts, left over From long ago They are remembered In seemingly invisible slivers
Something exciting has been going on in my life lately, and I'm really excited to tell all of you about it! For the past several months, my brother has been buying supplies to make his own wax melts. In the just the last month or so, he actually started making them. And this week, my brother listed his first wax melts on eBay!
If you hold hopes and dreams in your heart, then put in the effort to make them a reality.