Many crushed flowers are weeping because of lost loved ones. Such injustice!
Reminds me of time I fell in one of my shrubs while trimming it. It took me some time to extract myself because my feet were off the ground and I couldn't turn either way while the sharp branches were digging into my back. When I finally worked myself out, the shrub looked like it'd been attacked by a mad pruner.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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Cute I'm sure of it as you fell in the flowers.
A jot here and there can be awesome~
Lady Mary Ann
Sandie
Reminds me of time I fell in one of my shrubs while trimming it. It took me some time to extract myself because my feet were off the ground and I couldn't turn either way while the sharp branches were digging into my back. When I finally worked myself out, the shrub looked like it'd been attacked by a mad pruner.
Ron
You could've been stung,
or worse, there could've been fertilizer,
And you fell in dung.
Michael D.
spirit kin,
s
a jot for it..
Love ya!
Jane