Literature
Stolen Heart
My heart was stolen, long ago. I was but a child, young and small. The life that surrounded me, I feared bit caused me pain, horrible uncertainty. The real me, I'm not sure if I had lost, or had never even found to begin with. So I stole into the night, my heart heavy. I searched for a place of wonder, a place no world but my own; existed. So clad like a shadow, I vanished into the darkness of the night. As I walked through the starless night, nothing seemed to appear. When suddenly a beauty, I never knew before appeared. A lone tree, old. Roots, reaching deep. Flowers in bloom, along every branch. Cherry Blossoms sublime, beauty so divine. I