with blindness.
born
of ones
the eyes
Scorching
their dying veins.
by
Held onto
go.
without letting
soar
yellow
orange
red
Like the phoenix,
flames reborn.
up,
The trees lit
born
of ones
the eyes
Scorching
their dying veins.
by
Held onto
go.
without letting
soar
yellow
orange
red
Like the phoenix,
flames reborn.
up,
The trees lit
Autumn Flames
Katie Achilli