A voice whispers on the wind of seasons long past
The flowers blow in the breeze, full of memories of children who frolicked amongst their petals
laughter, and cheering echo in the sway of the trees
This is a place of happiness
But also pain
The skies darken, and a cloud covers the sun
A wailing can be heard, and crying
But just out of reach
But it has soon past
The branches sway once again, and birds flit amongst the leaves
The clouds have gone
And the flowers sparkle in the sun
A voice speaks again
Come here into the forest of memories
Come here and dance in the breeze
Come forth and relive the memories of those long past
Come and remember the people who have become forgotten
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Short Stories
Historia CortaThese are just short little things that I'm making. Some of these ideas are things in my head that I want to get out. And some of them are ideas for stories. Like settings, or plots, or even entire story lines. I also include quotes and song lyrics...
