I do not always wish to be permeated in a solar eternity but ample in all of my phases and left to be seen by the naked eye or the dedication of those using telescopes.
All tagged love
17/30 Spring into Love
I am ready
to embrace the pollen of Spring, carry love openly,
like allergies, and let purity pour from cumulonimbus clouds...
Poetry Died This Morning
Publications point out
that poetry is dead
And I agree-