Love her and leave her wild - Atticus She sprouted love like flowers, Grew a garden in her mind, And even on the darkest days, From her smile the sun still shined. -e.h I am a child Of the moon Being raised by the Sun In a world walked by Stars And a sky drawn with flowers My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness. What you seek is seeking you Souls When two souls fall in love, there is nothing[...]