Alone she walks the dusty vale; desolate, she gets by.
At the peak of her emptiness, she catches sight of yellow flowers,
Their saccharine scent is one of rarity.
She welcomes them with a hopeful heart.
Allurement...
These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes;...