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
