Darkness is death. We can speak, but we're not heard. We can scream, but the turn their backs. We can run, but… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weed uprooted- We shall not feel it again. We shall die in… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
