How broken those with blue hearts who embrace only poison breezes. I dance rhythmless, lingering on an almost stout word men need cool from voices
One a Tom – night prowler, elusive schemer – renders me sleepless. Another, pampered, a diva demanding, high anxiety to boot – makes me crazy.
(Inspired by the prompts of Ragtag Community: chase, and Fandango: double. )
What if each soul, in passing, casts a seed upon the earth – and with each Spring, the seeds burst with beauty, as a reminder
Such a gift is youth – silvers stars and bows, jingle-jangle wishes… Seldom opened – shame and insecurity casting doubt, despair Shall we try again,
Where peace keep you, there the soul plays – Ask the sun her best day, the flower, her mind – open one moment, though another