1700
The smell of love surviving
Echos of children laughing 24 hours a day all over the land
The exhaust of courage fired
Engaged to light soft hues of blues and pinks with swirls of burnt orange shining copper
The ebb n flow of loss and pain
Gaining and giving
Water rushing round long lines of verticals and horizontals with rounds of corpuscles beating drums to motivate hope and change
To happiness, bound by fear
scared to live
Invisible roads that lead to the original Etheric Utopia
Doors guided by flames of knowledge that opera the courage to recognize and identify your passion in generic black and white photo frame pictures
Fear to love yourself stirred in funnel cake batter smoked to disappearance
Finlally she is loved laid to rest adorned by undecorated Christmas trees with branches wrapped in el paper and used condoms
Dripping new life, growing encouraging intelligent shape and form not everyone can understand. .
The guttural giggle of the closed mouth 5 year ole, chin up, head rolled back with a pre Sunday hair do "what the hecklng" us to hysterical belief
That we have time ....... To shoes
Another year to make the difference in the life before
Hoping that love will come and introduce us to the glorious face of a GOD the wombed man
The true hue of me, connected to you 2 thru blue almost purple and small her and small him with a host of sub blues almost purples that commit us to family
Fountains of champagne, pools of gin and tonics seated with slices of lime
I am forever thankful, I am the moment before tears fall, I am breath deep asking the father for strength
We are laughter we are more than no thing lasting forever in love
