Childlike eyes unto the grave
Take in the world without her stains
Grieve those who were painted along the way
But do not regret – they weren’t yours to save
Inspire Innovate Improve.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Blossom. Re-blossom. Keep doing it.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"