Aww isnβt she pretty, this is so splendidly grand
Just a little innocent soul scattering handfuls...
I pause, I stop and I listen walking through the woods
Melancholy music from the creaking timber...
My life has simple stories of my grandmothers recipes I have carried out her legand with my own...
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Is it the sweetest of smells or that breathtaking blue
Beckoning this flight of fancy as she...
Now as I sat down at the very bottom of my garden to pick a beautiful floral, flowery bouquet
And...
Tattered and torn like tumbleweed..I take what I want from the land with greed
My strength is...
I woke this morning to a thick foggy dew
Looking out of my window into that saturated stew...
Do you like my lovely, little picture?
Can you appreciate what you see?
Well my fellow...
Can there be no conclusions without a reason nor a rhyme
To slow down circumstances within a...
The mysteriousness of a mystery leaves one wanting more
Delving in to peep what is behind that...
And she dances in her dreams Yet she knows very well this is not what it seems Those rolling...
Within the rhythm and rhyming of all the poetry I have ever read
As I lie in the comfort of my...
She dances within her dreams in her worn out shoes
Swaying her hips to those rhythm and blues...
Dark, drab, diffuse nebula clouds rolled on through
Betwixt yon late November moonlit melancholy...
She sat on my lap scrutinising me
Within that mysterious look of such a strange curiosity
...
I cannot count the times that I have cried, sat so worried over you
But my dearest Daughters I am...
Honey buzzy bees were aβbumbling above a beautiful, babbling brook
As I sat in my solitary silence...