my heart

 Little flower always understood  The difference between bad and good. And though her tenure here Is brief, Her decisions are kind To her ow...

  When we ladies get older we wax more philosophical and we wax more moustache

 I found the vibrance  The colors that were Lacking When I thought They would  Slip away

baby sloth i am slow. for me, there is no other way to go. i will get there anyway, what is the rush i have all day. i am a baby sloth, and ...

 The ravages of reality life  Tear and rend as they will  But the basic who remains 

 Pretty hues The don’ts and do The which ways to go I don’t know 

 Burnished, colors by autumn furnished