Upon a day, singing in the womb
it occurred to me of my mumbling tune...

I could write about a woman lost
within the woods, whose hands...

I tasted sorrow the night that last
rain drop fell...

I was once numb behind pink umbrellas
and quirky rubber bands...

My eyes deceived me,
as the smell of cotton candy...

Cheerful
Gleeful...

Floating within a somber silence
snow bird whistles a familiar tune...

Pickering is our label given
As if our surnames mark our...

Always searching for a
Better way to express my...

The thought of losing the
ability to climb your beautiful...

Designed
shapes within my mind...

The ages of spotted elegance
design her finger tips in such...