Before gone, I'd love to see a sugar throne, break a world from bone. I don't throne alone, love to see a world prone. Through my vision, there's a group decision.
Some live in a selfish light, I exist with all in sight. I don't hang with the group, but I cheer for the coup. Everyone with a gold mine, part of a joy shine.
One man drown, all men down, uplift all, no one crawl. Love each other, hate won't smother, love zest rather, we all gather, joy sweet weather.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
Love Tinka