I can't stand the thought of my life fading so quickly when I'm not alive
What a beautiful day! Working in the garden, the morning fog has lifted and The hummingbirds are flying on the petals of the lonicera.
By Goldman Shyann2 years ago in Poets
The soil drinks in the dew of heaven. The trees drink sorely of the moist earth. The ocean drinks sorely of the wine of the streams
Heaven and Earth I've actually been copied from head to toe too I am a copy of me I and I will be each other's love rivals
One day, my soul said to me that She wanted to go out and see her family and friends. I couldn't refuse a pair of pleading eyes.
No, I will not find solace in despair and make a feast of carrion. I will not dissolve (perhaps loosened) the last cable of man.
How easy it is to read the psalms when they are written And mine Still hanging in the air Endless lines to be continued within
