She has given you her self...
Her Self
A Warrior’s Armor is His Weakness
When shades of ebullience dim and gray And all that was giddy And all that made fervor breathe and sway When all of that seems to depart and decay Call upon your heart's licentious spring Wink at the seasoned flirt The very thing that makes you sing The greenest greens and the most beautiful things ... Continue Reading →
The Mountains We Make
For having such wide open eyes I sure have narrow perspective Thank you, dear friend for showing me the rest of the picture For revealing the canyon I call an insignificant fissure For taking this grain of sand And showing me a mountain
