Clouds burn bright

As the sun shines through

How I wish I were you tonight

But fortunately, my foot doesn’t fit the shoe

The field is slippery with mud

Like my face after its great flood

I’m caught up in the mystery of the sun

As it beams down on me as I look back for fun

I will walk this field as I cry

For my footprints fill the ground

I will walk until all my fears are gone and my tears dry

I ...

In a golden wheat field, where the sun dips low,

A girl with red hair lets her spirits flow.

Dressed in a gown that dances with grace,

She twirls in the twilight, a smile on her face.

With one arm raised high, she holds an umbrella,

Not for the rain, but for dreams to unfurl,

It catches the light, a vibrant display,

Reflecting her joy at the end of the day.

The breeze whispers secrets, the...

The wind blew coarsely, ruffling the plains. _It was windy just like this when we first met, _she thought with a tired smile. Siri closed her eyes. She took the deepest breath of her life. She spun her umbrella. And there, in her funeral black, amongst the endless sea of magnolias, Siri flew.

_I’m coming to you._...

As I dance with the wind, it carries my limbs across the vast landscapes.

The wind blows and I bellow to its hum and hems. I stay steady and keep life’s creatures living.

For I am the wind and the air in which you breathe.

I am the essence in which the spirit speaks.

I humble myself to understand and have compassion for I am the wind and air to which one disperses all negativity and brings fort...

Rain clouds

Threaten to pour down on me

So you position yourself

To keep me dry

Strong winds

Threaten to blow you away

So I pull you close

To keep you safe...

Here I go again,

I wandered away for too long.

I find myself in this peaceful yet scary world .

Left to myself, left to my thoughts.

This black umbrella keeping me insane ,

Keeping me to the ground,

While the thoughts fly around me,

Trying to get into my head.

But it won’t happen again.

It can’t happen again.

I try to blink,

To remember how I got here.

Quickly find my way home,

The wind rattled on...

Do the stars

Feel this lonely

In the dark perch of the sky

To glow like them,

A dream

But I will try...

“Noise noise noise!!”

That was what she said before killing her entire family

She Boil them and eat some

She felt the peace she was seeking, the umbrella is her mom bone…...

She carried around an umbrella by her side every time she stepped outside. Where this habit originated from is unknown, yet the fact still stays — obvious and out of the ordinary. It was black — her umbrella. Any other stranger who would see her out in public would think nothing of it. She would be carrying it around when there was not a single water droplet to be felt falling down from the gray a...

A fall

From feathers light,

Golden Fields of feeling

Forever trapped in feverish blight.

Though the day is warm

Always in preparation for the mightiest of storm.

Not one of simple rain,

But that which from the mind

Attacks in vain.

So now

How in need are we,

For the feelings of freedom

To be truly free....