the flowers of yesteryear that wither today
jello12451
gone are the condemned, the elegies for the living (2)
A Backwards Grin
Flairina
Gazing up to the sky
Irisinally
He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. (1)
A Crown of Flowers
Ebony_McCloud
The Ironwood Trees Are Stained With Childhood
Birdegg