The-Tori-kun

She dozes off in a field of green grass And dreams of a day when time won’t matter A sky where stars always shine A river that never stops flowing A season where warm and cold do not compete for dominance A world where love didn’t come at such a high cost The gentle breeze blows her hair around her face, Tracing her lips and playing over her glowing cheeks. Her eyes, though closed, absorb the shadows of the crystal sky Through the dreams of numb imagination And her ears catch the whisper of the butterflies As they carry out their conversation with the eastern wind. A voice calls out to her, unnoticed at first, then growi

Ode to life.                  Ode to emotion.                                           Ode to sentiment. Ode to those who live. And to those who breathe. To hearts both cold and warm. Ode to promise.                         Ode to compassion.                                                        Ode to life.                                                                          Ode to death. To peace, perfection, pain. To the memory of those lost. And the reflection of times passed. Ode to the memories that bring back a smile when all I want to do is cry. Forever haunting, swirling, tracing the edge of imaginat