May 2013
Seeing her face reflected; Framed, by widening skies...
Quietly, to the puddle below her,
she drips the ask of
"Why?"
Quietly, to the puddle below her,
she drips the ask of
"Why?"
OR...
When trying to clip a butterflies wings, sometimes,
those emerald scissors outshine;
Even her,
of loving heart & open... Mind!
When trying to clip a butterflies wings, sometimes,
those emerald scissors outshine;
Even her,
of loving heart & open... Mind!
