Animals | Photograph | Poetry
Magic Happens
Cluttered thoughts, Scramble and run through our minds. In blinks of an eye, We can leave them all…
Cluttered thoughts, Scramble and run through our minds. In blinks of an eye, We can leave them all…
Softly she smiles My heart melts beneath her style Her long blonde hair reflects the sun She laughs…
I reckon some will say, I’m a bubble off plumb That’s for sure and for certain. The silliness…