Random thoughts for those who read...
~*Memoirs of a Wingless Angel*~
Where doth the beauty in my heart emerge from? I seem to wonder... since my heart is filled with sullen memories, and my mind bears morose thoughts...
It springs up from my spirit as an underground geyser bursting into the sun's delight. Perhaps, beauty is found in the most sullen of things...
A rose, what a creature it is... more sorrowful than any, for a single rose is more beautiful than a dozen put together... And in solitude and lonesome silence, there is sorrow...
~*WinglessAngel*~
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