the tears didn’t leave a trail into the corn field till after the couple was found frozen and dead but left many puddles after
as it’s moisture fills the cracks… my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst
i am the bottom of Cinderella’s sl… not seen and feels many hurts was caressed once when yonder a man searched for his… one to call - his love
the words dancing with the notes as you make the music sing up and down as they go around per-sifted to fill the air
the m is the w only backwards or upside down maybe if one is colored we can tell them apart we can tell them which way to go
placing a bandage on the little to… will start the thawing process to increase the time left place the spring in the basket while dripping backwards
you could smell it like it is smoldering under the shavings then it eats its way out and sharing with the wood
loud louder loudest loudest yet louder still more
such imagery... as i was coming home this morning.… then reading the imprints you left… lightly dancing on the soft pink c… over the white horizon in the mor…
all my progress was placed in the lost or stolen box as the train of eyes cross the sky in puffs of clouds racing for the chicken soup
in the hive or packaged together and open on t… the day of forgiveness, how could… where the groves in the hand will… as the togetherness is in-cased in…
moving to where the stink bugs nev… stink their stink around my nose chew on plants to make them grow clearing the way as we endeavor to rid the world of the critter
what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
feeling threatened by the trees with their icy glares, reaching as if i am the flower and it the gatherer, some call them, others write notes and send them i…
the light seeping through the crac… as the soul longs to be seen spraying colors of emotions as seeing the soul with clear lens the split mirror shows two sides