Honey Love

In flowering fields nature yields, the sweetest taste of Summer. Her warm embrace and sun-kissed face, Love has a taste called Honey Love. A work, a feat, not bittersweet, she is complete, in Honey Love. She’s spun in air, and when I’m there, she’s beautiful and vibrant. And when aloft her touch, so soft, my [...]

Aspen Grove

Within the spreading aspen grove, I sought you and, you found me. I asked your there what we should do, you answered with “I’ll ask you too.” We touched, we played, grew up in there, drank the water, breathed the air. In Spring we ran. In Summer flowered. When Fall came cold, it made us [...]

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