Every time I'm out there, I see significance in everything. The merest breath of a fly The slightest cry of an ant and the slowest heartbeat of a beetle It gives an assurance An assurance against adversities

The night turned out unusually cold My old man's breath came out in gasps His deadly pale face grew no better His eye sockets were describedly a poor sensation The owls kept hooting Wolves kept howling

Air was green Leaves were blue The darkness was bright As the silence was so loud Stars were brighter than the moon's illumination Hearts of the dead souls were beating Finest things were unwished for

Dawn is the time when our energy is renewed for cultivating in our own self and learning a new aspect regarding ability and adaptability to nature's object in each and every positive thought.

I'm new to steemit. I was introduced by kinda favoured who is a good friend of mine and so just happened we've got the talent of the pen .I like to write and express myself through words. They say at times

The walls of silence around him, dense with the past, formed a kind of insulation against the present world and its adversities

The night is absolutely cold. I feel my feet freeze but I pay more attention to the thoughts that weigh my mind because eventually my instincts would let me go bed yet I was quite sure that my hours have