Bianca, Bianca, Bianca! That wre… steals the hearth from every room… but cold and ash - I will be intolerable. If I am to… I will make sure Bianca does not…
Arms stretched out before me Sun on my face I am weightless... but only for a… The wind rushes past whistling, whipping
A man of no season, a man without reason WHO stumbles and bumbles and droo… This man past his hour has left others in power
I see them up before me gently twinkling through the trees The forest’s wet with winter and the snow’s up to my knees - I stand here, not cold
I see the words forming then breaking– remaking sentences that once made sense now nonsense, wispy tendrilled clouds
I put this thing around my body years ago to keep me warm, To help protect me from the bad and those who’d do me harm - See, I learned this lesson long a…
I’m 16 years behind you I see your quickening decline —soon to be mine— Through the years I’ve denied this truth, that
We are but wretched little things small-minded in our finer’ies, selfish in our mine’eries Just wretched little things with our eyes shut tight
Life, what a beautiful thing we’re given– we’re living, but where do we go when the giving becomes taking the last breaths, shaking.
The weak will gravitate to the lou… they will be the most dangerous of groupings, and the largest. The intellectuals will try to comb… their forces –Everyone is right
The Rainbow. Round or half-round, half in the ground? Does the same light above light the way down below?
I sat down under a lonely tree to contemplate the lov-e-ly way it swayed, so laz-i-ly, in the sunny, summer sun. And as I sat, I wondered how
Lemon the hands that held the youn… a thorny stock with brittle roots–… grew angry flowers to howl at the… dare thunderstorms with Petaled F… dainty in their Ferocity. Defiant
I knew it the minute I opened the… A sparkly blue helmet, I put it r… Like exclamations from its edges,… Framed a grin brighter than the tr… I opened every gift with exuberanc…
I’ll start by wishing on a star blazing brightly from afar, or, pitch a penny in a well and swear my reflection never to tell. Or, cross my heart and hope to die
