The Genere Flower of my life
Radiant as a child, though its dark hands vividly wild and rambuctious all the while.
Through seams of glistened pettles, I see dew pouring from a tea kettle and me sipping the last bottle of fresh wine thitherward, I see Father Time
Michelle Boyer
Beautiful flower and words
Larasolnishko
It is like a woman with three children, what a love;