I hope you enjoy these little stories at the moment there are five, I'll try and post one every day, after that I hope to write more but we will see how this part goes first.
What (almost) nobody knows about Helen Magnus
Poems
Helen Magnus writes poems when in the right mood. No one knows that being sad or melancholy makes her write. She does not really have a choice, she has to write them down or she will never get rid of them. The other thing they don't know is that they are quite modern poems – she doesn't write sonnets or anything in the style she learned to write in when she was younger.
Ashley, my dearest daughter
The flowers I pick for you
Are those of life
Like the life you once held
The color that tears at my heart
Is the color of passing
The passing of time
All that I see
Is the passing of time
In which
You continue to be
Dreaming of color
Dreaming of life
That once was
Is now a shadow of time
