perennials of friendship
worth planting
because there is no distress
over how wide or deep
the furrow
no decay
under betrayal
when lovers plow another garden
Thus far I have not found it to be true that "time heals all wounds" when it comes to love gone awry. Maybe that's just me. Your poem brought this to my mind. Thank you, Lynette. Love and best wishes,
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen