Once we enter the noir, We are trapped in its spell. Once we enter the noir, We are trapped in its spell.

Sometimes we have to compromise on our dreams.       Sometimes we have to compromise on our dreams.      

The poem describes the city and suggests we help it grow and make it a happy place. The poem describes the city and suggests we help it grow and make it a happy pla...

But as the wind calmly weaves patience into my hair, there’s a ghost of a smile on my face... But as the wind calmly weaves patience into my hair, there’s a ghost of a smile ...

Then she came across the City Of Silence Then she came across the City Of Silence