“To him, she was like a flower that bloomed in the snow. Thriving under conditions in which nothing could grow. To some, she was a weed born benighted. But in his eyes, she was a wildflower with a soul ignited.” PoetryInspirational PoetryA Y GreysonYoung Adult Poetry Author:A.Y. Greyson
“Crossing lines that can never be uncrossed. Clangoring out words that can never be forgot. Leaving welts behind with their lashing tongues. Caring not of the unsaintly bell they have rung. Oh, bitter hearts of selfish minds You know not the poison you leave behind.” PoetryHatePoemPoisonA Y GreysonCrossing Lines Author:A.Y. Greyson