Poems from haylo.rose
If this plae is a country,
Then I am an emigrant
Standing, barely inside the walls.
If this place is a ripple,
Then I am the outermost...
Broken people,Lost and delirious.Where to go from here?Their empty, colorless eyes look at me,Begging for relief.For sympathy.I am...
"To See Beauty” I have always found myself fascinatedBy the little aspects of life. I’m mesmerized by bright lightsAnd soft colors. I...