Hands touch the darkness
invoke a tumultuous high...

Each piece is unique
and has a place to go...

A flock of birds fly
into the open breeze...

Inside of my mind
there is definite power...

The holidays are missing
The best one I have known...

Shelley sang a silly song
and shouted out with glee...

A friendship blossomed
where there was none...

The north wind blows
and rustles the leaves...

Pop a pimple when you panic
pop a pink pimple when you panic...

Polly planted peas, picked purple pansies, posted...
Polly plays pretend, plants peas, picks purple...

Storm clouds above,
raindrops beautify...

It's hard for me to
clean my place...