My exposed mind trembles with the marks of boredom taunting eternally. Construct a boundary bury my pity within its fertile soil. Brittle leaves wilt upon my scars, allow my garden to grow. As a skeleton, in slumber, of autumn. I await the cycle of rebirth.
Winter is unwelcome, unable to decay.
Death exists only within the cycle of renewal. My spirit, lulled of the tortures, is truly free. Flower Tips for Ladies All of us like to feel specia l, but it requires a bit more tact when you send flowers to a man. When selecting flowers, stick to vivid hues such as orange, red, purple, bright yellow and gold. Men respond best to bright, powerful colors.