When, Wildflowers came to my rescue. . My existence Sings to me, A lullaby of Bliss and dreams. All the tenderness, Fades away, With a promise of Love, And a story of Lost rhythm. . As you rain On my olive garden, And my flowers wilt, How does it feel When your socks are wet? . That was the day, When I felt happy, When I found myself, In my beach hat, Looking for blueberries, In my basket of dreams. . I learn to embrace This transient fall, The transient highs, And the transient lows. . My puzzle Stays a lifetime, With me. My puzzle lives with me, Radiating warmth, Stagnating my mind, With ice blankets. Painting my eyes, A heavy brown. . Eyelashes flutter, I see you. . -Monali.
Share a view Share some time Two angel wings One yours one mine
frowzy@jeniayn Does 4wings make a flock Does a 1 hand clock go tick tock My scattered brain needs your sane Polish & buff my dull side stain...
jeniayn4 wings makes 4/50th of a bucket BBQ, charbroiled or spicy I would call that a flock But our wings together make A whole lot better than that Inferno fire turn it up a notch One hand on the wheel The other hand on the one-handed clock Spin backwards or forwards You still hear The beat of my heart peeping open In that safe keep box on the top of your dresser chest Scattered brain Wiping the dust off You brought the wings Not let me hear you bring the sauce