Food for thought-
I wish to ask my...

Seedlings waft, like Seedlings do
a morning dawn becomes a faceless...

But she didn't.....
Failed written upon her forehead...

I see a natural me
within mirrors of three...

Under a moon covered haze
I gaze, as mist anoints...

I am dirt, just a dirty girl....
That's what I said to a spiritual...

Shades of mint devour
a senseless soul...

It was the morning after, those
sprouting dandelions poked their...

I despise the month of May
for maidens dance within the hay...

These three pixies
are my magical flowers...

You resurrected my soul
upon a hot sultry night...

Late at night, extinguishing memories
blazing within my feverish destruction...