Honey.
chadwick
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Honeybees nectar
collecting across the sky.
She is for me
alfalfa fields rolling hills.
A running brook
spells her name like ripples
to my ears.
Summertime here
is reminiscent of her honey like skin
her hair
the night air,
as thick.
As endless as each swarm
the buzzing is as silent as a flower
or yellow
the color of.
collecting across the sky.
She is for me
alfalfa fields rolling hills.
A running brook
spells her name like ripples
to my ears.
Summertime here
is reminiscent of her honey like skin
her hair
the night air,
as thick.
As endless as each swarm
the buzzing is as silent as a flower
or yellow
the color of.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Whomever you write for her heart must be full. Your words very touching and descriptive. Thanks for sharing with us.
a kind group
thanks
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Godfather.
you all are
even more
thank you
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce