The zephyrs wings still need color . The waters I created are Winslow Homer inspired . There are no sharks . The shell is our ship . Our limbs are still ambulatory and intact . My arms are ready to hold you and your heart forever . The flowers I have will always be yours . How we got on the planet is of no importance . Stardust crashing through the universe . The probability of our ever meeting in the first place is astronomical .
No comments:
Post a Comment