<°>⊙<°>⊙<°> it seems the last leaf has fallen final mast no mend~upon the sea bread in the cupboard overcome with white and green
what they could take they took has been taken For the moment, all's been lost monetary security's an illusion the reality of what procrastination and misjudgedment cost
time to tend this abandoned garden release the focus from myself this physical plane feels haphazard time to put fear n' panic up on the shelf
my poetry speaks my heart allows me clarity, humbled by wealth of beauty knowing I am Blessed with Strength of Self