Her petals curled,
not with beauty who had...

You spoke of
how the sun would...

My mother once said
if I chase curiosity...

I watched wishes at war,
stars slain...

All that was perched
in a robins nest...

All that I fear
nests on the...

'neath sugar snowflakes
slumber lilac wild flowers...

All that I was
is tangled within my hair...

All that was
likened to an orchid...

Wednesday;
faith slipped...

I offered to you,
-all I had...

Today
I watched you stumble...