My Lover is a sunflower, wild and free
She smells of a new day, and joy is her seed
She is strong, she is tall, she dances on the breeze
She belongs to my garden, and she Loves me
Photo by Jessica Johnston on Unsplash
My Lover is a Sunflower
My Lover is a sunflower, wild and free
She smells of a new day, and joy is her seed
She is strong, she is tall, she dances on the breeze
She belongs to my garden, and she Loves me
Photo by Jessica Johnston on Unsplash
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"
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