She's too passionate
and oversensitive
for this messy world -
She doesn't fit-in,
so she tries to stay out.

It's a constant
tug-of-war battle
between her fragile heart
and her delicate mind.
She can't help but feel too much -
peace of mind
is all that she ponders about.

She is gentle,
empathetic and intelligent,
but vulnerable -
she was born this way,

She has relived
this same hopeless feeling
every single blessed day.

She is an overthinker -
always reflecting,
always pensive...

Full of genuine love,
whilst drained by such pain;
she is beautifully oversensitive.

She's always lonely
amongst a crowd,

whilst completely lost
deep inside the belly
of the same-old dark cloud.

She's a beautiful, beautiful mess...

She gives her entirety--nothing less!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

As the crystal-clear freshwater
trickles steadily off the glazy rocks,

The sound replenishes my soul
with vitality - on my heart,
serenity, it knocks.

As the dying rusty leaves
float along
the heavenly stream,

My peace-filled mind
goes off into
a beautiful, sweet daydream.

I ponder over recollections
of all the precious magical moments
that together
we have both shared
over the years,

All of the memories we have made -
all of the beautiful words he spoke,
they were all remedies,
conquering all of my fears.

The struggles and the challenges,
together, we took them all on,

Hope, love and faith
were the tools we both used,
hand-in-hand, to rid them
and have them all vanish and be
forever gone.

As the birds flutter in the branches
of the giant trees above my head,

In my mind,
like a delicate melody,
I hear all of the beautiful words
he has said to me
over the course of our lives together,
as far back as the day we met -
before we wed.

Like the crystal-clear freshwater
rushing down the heavenly stream,

All of the amazing moments
and the not forgotten good times
flood my beautiful sweet daydream.

And once again,
revitalized by the serenity
of the heavenly peaceful creek,
the incredible amount of love
I feel for him increases
once more,

My undying love
is born again,
I am to be in love
with my beautiful man
infinitely - forevermore.

By Lady R.F ©2017

A black heart
Spray painted white,

Blacker than black,
Darker than night.

A smiling face
Bearing a back-stabbing knife,

A two-faced body;
A sold soul, at costly price!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Warriors can be dragged through the dirt, but still come out pure - they become one with the earth.

Warriors can have their roots pulled out from under them, but still stand strong and tall - they know their worth.

Warriors can be beat down to the ground, and be walked upon,
but while they're down there, they'll look up to the stars and continue to dream on...

Because warriors can handle their business - their inner light shines brightly, through any darkness; they've seen it all, they're prepared to take anything on!

They're not looking for sympathy, they've given up on the idea of believing that outside forces will come forth and bring any kind of soul healing salvation,

They've learned that they can only depend on themselves - they've had no choice but to become a soldier for justification.

They're armed with resilience, empathy, kindness, compassion, and experience - but they won't stand for hypocritical thinkers,

They've met and battled with the worst - they won't tolerate degradation from rotten, evil, ***** stinkers!

Warriors will be your very best friend until the very last second of the end...

Take my advice... don't mistake their kindness for weakness - because warriors are always ready to bring on a revolutionary war - they're always ready to defend!

By Lady R.F ©2016

She has a real talent
for pushing her feelings aside,

She is truly skilled
in hiding her pain,
putting on a smile,
letting her raw emotions subside.

She mastered this technique
when she was a just a little child -
so innocent, so naive, so small,

Her happiness always depended
on seeing others smile -
hence, she laid down bricks
and built a tall,
unbreakable,
load bearing wall.

Regardless of its rapid rising,
this wall still stands tall
till this very blessed day,

Each brick a touchy
raw emotion -
each one a traumatic problem
that was unresolved...
she only ever, just barely,
forced them to fade away.

She hides all of the darkness
within the mortar
that bonds these bricks,

She keeps it all buried
within this wall,  
which is so very high -
this is one of her famous tricks!

She Prays that this wall
will withstand more weight -
hold steady and stay strong,

If it ever were to collapse
and come tumbling down,
then God help anyone
who leaned upon it!
God help anyone
who did her wrong!

God help anyone
who contributed to it reaching
so far up into the sky!

And God help her...
There are more than enough bricks
in this wall to build
a city greater than any other on earth
~ just the thought of that
makes her want to cry!

By Lady R.F ©2016

You were gifted
with intelligence -
to be ever growing.

You were born
to seek knowledge -
to be in the knowing.

Don't fall victim
to the infectious
  "brain draining" epidemic -
implemented to cut you short.

Listen to your conscience -
not to all of the crap
that you've been
"subconsciously" taught!

By Lady R.F ©2017

When we speak
Without using words
Our actions say so much,

This is how we show real love
Without the need to talk or touch.

Our actions
Will always speak louder
Than any of the beautiful words
That we will ever say,

But only when our hearts and souls
Have a genuine pure love
To selflessly give away.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Love
cannot be fully comprehended
by using words alone,

Love's true depth
can only be accurately measured
when it is shown,

True love
can be fully recognised,
and felt by the heart,
without needing
the slightest of touch,

When love is expressed
through caring gestures -
it is within actions that real love
is sown and grown;
I truly believe this
to be such!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

She created
A doorway in her mind,
she always keeps one foot in
And one foot out.

However,
Her mind is always lingering
On the other side -
She often feels the need
To breakout!

On the other side,
The trees are wise ancient
Majestic giants,
Rustic leaves
Cover the fertile ground.

The moon is always full,
It is always perfectly round.

The sun is always shining,
But sometimes she has it rain -
Just to hear
The sweet serene sound...

She loves the smell
Of the earth afterwards -
The damp rich ground.

On the other side of the doorway,
Her soul is free -
Here,
She is immune
From emotional stress,
Strain, and pain.

Inspiration is carried
Through the wind,
There is nothing to lose,
But everything to gain.

Nature,
Is always most accepting,
Embracing her essence,

Here, she is alive,
She has an illuminated spirit -
A pure white glowing presence.

She never needs to struggle
For her every breath...

Everything is truly alive -
Nothing, at all, resembles death.

Rivers, crystal-clear,
Flowing with vitality,

Flora and fauna,
Beauty in an abundance -
Thriving,
Celebrating their precious Individuality.

Magnificent mountains
Reaching into heaven,
The bluest ocean,
Wrapping itself around
A breathtaking coast,

Everything about this place
Is what she adores -
What her soul absolutely loves
The most.

On this side,
Nobody can disturb her peace,
Nobody can break her spirit,

Nobody can take her freedom,
Nobody can invade her tranquil thoughts - that's all there is to it!

Here,
Butterflies and doves
Glide through the air,
In dance -
Touching her eyes
With a heavenly love -
So pure.

She always keeps one foot in
And one foot out,
But her heart and her soul
Reside here -
Because here,
Less, is more!

By Lady R.F ©2016

I caught a glimpse
Of the sun,
It was hiding
Behind selfish stubborn clouds,

These clouds were covering
The sunlight,
They looked like hooded cloaks -
Like dark scary shrouds.

I caught a glimpse
Of a magical rainbow,
It was hiiding
Behind very heavy hazy fog,

The thick murky fog
Obscured my visibility,
It stole all of the brightness;
A cruel, gloomy, colourless smog.

By Lady R.F ©2017

A heart so pure -
but you are continuously rejected,

you give your all -
more than could ever be expected.

You have so much love to give -
but you are never accepted,

instead, you are gazed at scornfully -  
you are thoughtlessly neglected.

You are left feeling hopelessly broken,
left-out, and ever so badly dejected,

but, still you smile,
even though your soul is bruised;
your state of being has now been affected.

By Lady R.F ©2016

Who am I
When I'm not being myself?
More importantly,
Who am I
When I'm being me?

Feeling somewhat lost
Within myself,
Of late,
I feel I've become
A foreign stranger -
I don't resemble
Who I used to be!

Feeling awkward,
Alone,
With the stranger
Within myself,
Am I her,
Or is she me?

Will I wake-up
From this nightmare--
This horrible bad dream -
Before this Alien
Completely takes over me?

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

Pause ...
And acknowledge your triumphs,
A little bit more,

Realise
That you are stronger,
Than you once were before.

Take timeout
To free your chaotic mind,

Rearrange your priorities,
Things of importance
You will find.

Do things
That make you feel
Real joy and happiness,
A little bit more,

The things
You used to make time for,
Once upon a long time ago--before.

Praise yourself
For the effort you put-in,
In all that you partake,

And forgive yourself,
Along the way, for any misjudgements,
That you may happen to make.

Walk with nature,
Or walk through shallow waters
Of a beautiful sandy beach,

Walk through an evergreen forest,
Or a local park, within reach.

Read a book,
Watch a movie,
Or take a swim,

Do something you love,
Do anything!

Just do it
A little bit more!

Your soul will thank you -  
Of this, I'm absolutely,
Positively sure!

By Lady R.F ©2017

I don't need stars from the night-sky,
I don't need the moon,

I don't need any sunshine in my pocket,
All I need is you--my auspicious, priceless fortune.

I don't need precious diamonds that sparkle,
I don't need 24-carat gold,

I don't need luxury and extravagance,
All I need is your hand, to forever hold.

I don't need material belongings,
I don't need anything that money can buy,

I don't need cash in my wallet,
All I need is your unconditional love, forever - not a single day shy.

This is all I ever wanted,
This is all I'll ever need,

To be the undying love of your life, infinitely,
This is what I desire,
This is what I need from life,
to succeed.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

May the bright light

Which forms a shadow

Around the moon,

Shine its gentle glowing shadow

Forever

Around all of you!

By Lady R.F ©2016

Today,
I almost remembered what it felt like to cover my heart and blanket my soul ~ Almost!

Today,
I almost fell back to sleep on catching my stars and achieving my goals ~ Almost!

Today,
I almost forgot how to practice what I preach, when I thought for too long ~ Almost!

Today,
I almost forgot all of the words I had written
to my daily song ~ Almost!

Today,
I felt sorrow, until I remembered that tomorrow was nearer than far ~ Almost!

Today,
I pray for a tomorrow, regardless of any sorrow, for this life is but a shooting star ~ Almost!

By Lady R.F ©2016

I will always look up to you,
And admire you,
Just as I do
The magnificent stars
In the magical night sky.

~ Always.

By Lady R.F. (C)2018

Wild native branches - A jungle-green canopy sheltering this ever-flowing stream that runs rapidly,
most steadily, to and fro my heart.

Ancient autumn leaves weaved into an intricate, detailed, complex, rustic carpet, concealing paths and footprints leading in and out of my mind.

Forty two springs worth of magnificent arrays of wildflowers decorate each serene scene bordering this stream - each cluster a chapter of my life.

These scattered wild arrangements, with their heavenly scent, delight my senses - they are most pleasing to my mind's eye.

There's gold dust, nuggets, and precious gemstones, hidden in the gravel, they're also buried in the bedrock of this stream, and in the river that it feeds.
This stream is a constant source, feeding my hungry heart and mind.

The river that is fed by this stream
  is my soul - this ever-flowing stream is a corridor which runs to and fro my heart; it carries the oxygen in my blood, through my veins.

Whilst manoeuvering around the stepping-stones that are laid-out sporadically, most beautifully, but imperfectly, across this stream,
THEY, double cross me;
A highway, used to get to where THEY are going, time and time again.

~By Lady R.F ©2016

Magenta sunset skies,
Delicate fluttering butterflies,
Clouds drifting past the moon.

Crimson treetops,
Random raindrops, like teardrops,
A storm, that you can sense,
Coming soon.

Wild flowers scattered
Across fields of plush green grass.

Old wooden shutters
Banging on windows
With dust stained glass.

Wind chimes tinkling
With the wind
On an old rustic porch,

Squeeky, creaky, timber floors,
Making use of a candle,
Or a gasoline lantern,
Instead of a torch.

Swings swaying
From magestic tree branches,

Haunted castles and
Victorian mansions.

Pebbles crushing under my feet,
Leaves rustling--a sound so sweet.

Stepping stones,
In a tucked away,
Beautiful stream,

Just some of the splendors
In which I often dream.

~ And then there's you!

By Lady R.F. (C)2018

I feel the euphoric,
But bittersweet bliss,

Like a long, slow, soft kiss.

As i write the words
That cannot pass my lips.

I break free
My soul's silence,
Obscuring the light
From one celestial body
By the passage of another--
My written word is an eclipse.

Between my words and the observer,
I acknowledge pride in my muse--
The aiding source of illumination -
Until the light completely dips.

By Lady R.F. (C)2018

An encouraging word
is moral-support,
which is felt,
as well as heard.

It makes all of the difference,
it helps one form perseverance
and build much needed resilience.

It may very well be
"that little push,"
which saves that person's day,
and it may very well be
a brightly coloured rainbow,
or a ray of sunshine,
which chases their dark clouds away.

It's an empathetic,
invisible, warm embrace,
it's a smile that says...
"You're not alone,"
which is warmly written
all over your face.

An encouraging word
is humble kindness,
which is most appreciated,
whilst it is being observed.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Overwhelmed by a 20 year love
which is still ever growing,
consumed by pure emotions
that are out of my control,

Hand-in-hand
our two souls stick together,
meshed - inseparable,  
as one--we are whole.

Filled with pure emotion,
never lacking adoration,

Just looking at him
my eyes fill my heart
with complete and total fascination.

I fall deeper and deeper
as time goes by--as it continues
to tick away,

I love him with more intensity
and with more passion
every single new day.

I truly value our connection
with every breath,

I know my heart and soul
will remain captured by him
beyond my physical death.

I will take this precious love with me wherever my soul may go,

This love, so well, I fully understand,
and have truly come to know.

A love carved into my heart,
intertwined with my soul,
written from the start,

A powerful love
which my entirety
can never ever part.

I love this love
with each new gifted sunrise,
I love this love
with every memorable sunset,

I love this love
when it rains,
through bad weather,
and not a day do I ever regret...

That unforgettable day
that our hearts touched -
the day that our hungry souls attached,
the beautiful day that we met,
that perfect blessed day
is the day
that I will never
ever
forget.


By Lady R.F ©2017

Yesterday I died, again,
Like all the other days
That came and went before,

But today, when I died,
I can uncomfortably say...
I died a little more.

Anxiety:

It ***** the life right out of me!


By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Blaring sound,
Movement everywhere around,
No reasoning or resolution to be found
Anywhere.

With silence I'm bound,
No longer mentally wound,
Explanations to my emotions mound
Everywhere.

by Lady R.F ©2017

A pocket full
of sunshine
to share some pure delight,

A pocket full
of shiny stars
to save for a really dark night.

A pocket full
of fairy dust
to sprinkle on the needy,

A pocket full
of dragon's breath
to fire at the greedy.

A pocket full
of raindrops
to wash away any impurities,

A pocket full
of umbrellas
to protect you from your insecurities.

A pocket full
of rainbows
to brighten up your skies,

A pocket full
of moonlight
to reflect the magic in your eyes.

By Lady R.F ©2016

The Moon shines,
and it glows,
a loving light of warmth
through the darkness,
no matter how dark it may be,

just like
a pure soul
that glows as it shares
its inner beauty - its radiance
shines so brightly,
casting a shadow of security,
like that of the moonlight,
for all to embrace,
to feel,
and to see.

By Lady R.F ©2016

People enter your life
For a reason,
A season,
Or a lifetime!

By Lady R.F (c) 1999 - 2017

Flowers
Are a reminder
That without a little rain
We wouldn't be able to bloom,

Without clouds
And a little bad weather
We wouldn't be able to smell
Their divine fragrant perfume.

Flowers
Are a reminder
That we need gloomy days
So we can highly value
The sun's radiant,
Life-powering, life-giving light,

Because without
Any form of darkness
We wouldn't appreciate
The glorious clear-blue skys
And the gift of precious daylight.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Usually, she’s a rock,
but sometimes she crumbles
like sand.

By Lady R.F. (c) 2015

Only very few people
Truly knew her -
Others never
Took the time.

If they would have been asked
To say something about her,
They wouldn't have been able
To write more than one line!

~ A sad eulogy.

Lady R.F. (C)2018

Singed wings,
Ashes descending,

Gray smoke billowing outwards.
Thick clouds swelling through Autumn-air,
Ascending.

Heart and soul on fire,
Carriage scorched by the flames,

A flight for survival,
Thou shalt not carry any burdens
Or shames.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

The eyes
are the windows
of the heart,
and the soul,
through them
we see who people
really and truly are.

A shortcut,
and a gateway,
to the garden
in which we dwell -
otherwise
near impossible to reach;
for the distance
is a lifelong journey
to a destination extremely far.

By Lady R.F ©2016

One, may appear to be alive -
Their blood is pumping,
Their heart is beating,

But their soul has died
A thousand deaths -
Their soul is withering away -
It is slowly, but surely, fleeting.

It becomes impossible
For one to live their life,
Constantly trying to survive,
Whilst not freely breathing,

How does one celebrate their life,
When fear of living
Has buried them alive -
When their only hope 'sanity'
Is constantly threatening
That it is leaving?

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

It was more than love -
A love beyond limits...
They were the first to discover
This newfound emotion,

It wasn't from this world,
It was divine - It must have fallen
From the heavens
When the skies opened;
There must have been
A titanic galactic explosion.

This newfound emotion
Rained down upon them,
That very first night
That their eyes met,
As they both gazed up
To the brilliant pure-white stars,

They were pulled together
By a magnetic energy,
They saw more than love light-up
In each other's eyes -
This was when
Their two worlds collided;
This was when
Venus fell for Mars.

By Lady R.F ©2016

You are
The phenomenal
Aurora that colours my sky,
Your amazing array of shades
Lift me up so high.

An amazing spectacle
Of brilliant
Electrifying lights,
You colour my days
And you glorify
My nights.

You captivate
My heart,
I am mesmerized  
By the very sight of you,
My aurora
Of magical shades,
My breathtaking display
Of fantasmic delights,
I am
Completely
In love with you.

By Lady R.F ©2016

Crushed like a dried up leaf,
Damaged beyond repair,

She is Autumn's remains;
Such is life, cruel and unfair.

She is under ***** feet,
Left out in heavy rain,

It truly is such a crime,
A terrible, terrible shame!

Not a single thought spared
For how beautiful her soul
Used to be,

Or for how she held on so tightly
To the big branch
Of her beloved giant tree.

Not a single thought goes out
To how tender and loving
She naturally was,

Overlooking her dying spirit,
Is what everybody does.

Now, as she surrenders,
As she gives up on everything,

All that she holds onto
Are her precious memories,
And her undying simple dreams;
The dreams that really, really
Meant something.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

She needed to refrain
from spilling ink -
from voicing her soul,

So she placed her pen
into the draw -
mental exhaustion
had taken its toll.

This only ever happened
very rarely,
but when it did,
it made her feel
emotionally numb,

Her soul would refuse
to cooperate with her pen -  
her Muse would demand to take
a very brief hiatus;
momentarily,
she was forced
to be done.

She embraces
poet's pause,

It's all part of the deal -
her Muse's constitutional clause.

By Lady R.F ©2016

To give my musings wings,
To set my poetry free,
Is more than enough for me.

To give a little honest piece of me
to thee, is the only way that I can truly be, the me, that I was born to be.

Through the written word,
I give my soul a voice,
I have to, I really have no choice,

My inner-light shines constantly,
daily, nightly, and uncontrollably.

My visions, in alphabetical form,
reside deep inside my mind,
this is where they are born,

They yearn for their release,
my soul is now free
to continue to breed
with my mind - together,
poems they conceive.
Found hidden,
or in plain-sight,
in my poetry,
is what I truly believe!

Soul expression is a must,
If I were held back
I would deteriorate - my soul
would simply combust;
in this, you can trust!

By Lady R.F ©@016

I will make it back
to shore...

and when i do,
i will continue to survive,
i will live
and love my life;
some more.

By Lady R.F ©2016

Her rib cage
Imprisons
Her frantic beating heart,

Keeping it intact within her body -
Unleashed, it would crumble
And fall apart.

Safely tucked away,
Kept warm
By her soul's internal light,

Fighting
To keep its melodic rhythm;
Distorted by Anxiety -
It is tortured day and night.

By Lady R.F. (c)2017

I write because
It's an innate impulse--
I have to!

It's a natural instinct -
It's what I was born to do!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Full of emptiness
Dry of tears,

Tired of not being able to sleep,
Wide-awake for so many years.

Spent, emotionally,
Too exhausted to know what to do,

Over-anxious, constantly,
Time ticking away;
Peace of mind is well overdue.

Struggling to keep her sanity,
She bears an overloaded mind,

Toxic vibes and verbal pollution
Is all that she is able to find.

Triggers all around her,
Purity, in her world, ceases to exist,

But still, with great effort,
Her aching soul continues to survive,
She tirelessly chooses to persist.

She loves life,
As painfully hard as it can be,

Regardless
Of the constant battles,
She's beyond grateful to be alive -
To breathe, to feel, to hear, and to see.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

My life is big,
My world is bigger,
It's no wonder I often find myself
by getting lost!

By Lady R.F ©2016

To continuously steal
Someone's tribal sense
Of pride and dignity,

Is the lowest act
Of narcissistic bigotry!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

Broken,
Is her spirit,
Her wings
Are without feathers...

For decades she sat
On a brittle thorny perch
Bound by rope
And heavily chained
Tethers.

Every step,
She was walking on eggshells...
For, she was doomed
By the evil, selfish and wicked
At heart.

Not in the name of love,
But for fulfilment
Of cruel, greedy obsessions -
For such selfishness
Her soul was torn,
Tainted and pulled apart.

She once flew
As high as the heavens,
Now, A stranger,
She is to herself.

Her cage is now left open,
It is, but for her fears,
That she remains perched
Like an old book on a dusty shelf.

Mentally, she still flys
To the highest of heights
And dives deep, inward,
Into her own psychological abyss ...
But sometimes she finds her internal universes to be too draining,
Making such journeys
Mentally and physically
Too hard.

She is no longer
In restraining tethers...
But scarred.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2018.

Hush...
Be still...
Try to remain silent.

Listen very closely...
Her pleading may be heard
As it is carried through the wind.
Her emotional appeal
Sounds desperate -
It is unbearable to an epath.
Her pleads are ever so faint
And gentle, they are far from violent.

Hush...
Be still...
It is her soul's agony
Which is vibrating
A disturbing frequency,
At such a rate that it constitutes
A wave.

Cries, which nature, alone,
Can hear and feel...
Cries, which shake the leaves free
From the branches of all the
Majestic trees; neither her soul
Nor the trees, can you save.

Hush...
Be still...
Can you feel the faint tremble  
Under your barefeet?

Hush...
Be still...
Rest your cheek upon the earth,
Feel her spirit, which is trapped
Deep down inside.
Inhale her essence- it is buried below,
In the fragrant moist soil...
Taste the droplets, she is in the dew;
Even in pain she is a soul
So gently sweet...
~ She is tinged with sadness--
Bittersweet.

By Lady R.F (C)2017* ⚘

Bittersweet

The higher we go
The harder we fall

Bittersweet

Leaves you feeling
Lower than low
Smaller than small

Bittersweet

Sweetness
With a bitter aftertaste

Bittersweet

Helplessly feeling our joy
Go to waste

Bittersweet

Pleasure tinged with sadness
And pain

Bittersweet

Efforts to achieve happiness
All in vain

Bittersweet

Life's cruel little game

Bittersweet

Always a crying shame

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Our souls
instinctively seem to know,
all too well,
all of the matters that our minds
fail to comprehend.

Our minds
often tend to get
somewhat overwhelmed,
by all of the things
that they struggle to understand.

Our souls
travel more than a few steps
ahead of us - they are guided
by our blessed intuition.

The insight
from our souls
  develop into gut instincts -
it is to these,
that we should surely listen.

By Lady R.F ©2016

Blindfolded,
I can identify  
The rhythm
Of his beating heart,

It beats in-tune with mine,
A perfect duet,
Just like it did
From the very start.

Blindfolded,
I can identify  
His chest,
The chest that encapsulates
My heart,

His contour,
The unique scent of his skin,
Every pore that makes him "Him!"
~ A handsome, ineffable masterpiece;
My priceless statue
Of fine art.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Life,
for a decent,
empathetic,
good-hearted person,
is heartachingly,
painstakingly beautiful;
for, even in torment,
underlying beauty
is often found...

Such a brave heart,
to withstand
such emotional destruction -
whilst their internal tears
are left to bounce
off the floor
of this soul's
shaky, unstable ground.

~ Brave Heart

By Lady R.F. (C)2017