What love is.
I am such love.No, all the world’s a stage
and we are mere
Janitors
We can write the script.
And dress as Rosalind
And Orlando and live
Like Robin Hood transported.But the trees; no drink too dry; the glass not half full; yet their throats longing
The trees; think of the trees;
I keep bees
yet stay in awe ; longing for a skirt ; pinkish thoughts
menopause
Bees suck at nectar
To bring the honey
For us to feast upon.
It is the liquid of sweet
Transformation.but the kitchen fire
sauce pan alight – non-alignment ;
her sushi : too fishy
the key left if the door
abandoned
childhood
dream
of
cHRISTMAS
the bunny once hopping, now in flames
Retell all your childhood tales
With one who can repair the
Damage. Anything is possible
In our stories of today.
Though the fate abandoned them ; their faith did not; (ice cage)
“NO ONE WILL LISTEN!!!!!” – I say
the smell of fur – burning
will not melt her heart [polar bear paws]
