Life’s a painting I’m always remaking, I will be content in the evening, but restless by morning.
Monthly Archives: April 2021
Deer
I blend of the dry grass, And dark bark. A brownish yellow work of art. With grace and oval eyes. The foundation of a forest.
Small Words
I’ve found, half of time, happiness is a choice.
White Lion
They have captured hearts, And we have captured them. Even the powerful can be canned. All due to there need for food, Of which soul taking is a nesscaity. The pale color a rarity of its kind, There is beauty on the outside, But what is felt within?
Small Words
Everything doesn’t have to get done at once.