Many blessings she has granted over the
Years, this woman is my true light...

Upon that hillside, far away
holds a secret covered with moss...

French kiss
my thoughts within...

Let it flow within a night
of pure elegance...

Brown crayon's cross over lines
rebellious, was my nickname...

To be a fly upon a petal of pages-
As dusk turns into nightfall shadows...

Teasing kids ignite
terrorizing tearful eyes...

Darkness brews an
evil that lurks within...

Dewy petals
flavor skin with...

I dwell often, among trees I've never visited
where lush greenery, vine...

I see iris's in my sleep,
as wind chimes blow upon...

I like to write, while my cigarette burns-
nobody is around...