Feb 2019
IN the garden of my mind I write,
with pen being my rake.
I water seedlings of words to make poems.
and love tending to my garden.
Care to partake in visions of my flowers?
with pen being my rake.
I water seedlings of words to make poems.
and love tending to my garden.
Care to partake in visions of my flowers?
Just playing inside a sleepless night.
