Yellow lemons and bananas,fill the pewter bowl,reminding us,to feed our soul,in the aftermath,of a life gone so soon,twelve roses turn purple,under the waning moon.

Life Prevails,up from below.From decaying deatha shroom does grow.From a discarded carcass,a cozy collar will go.From an unwanted jacket,a new story to sew.The natural cycle of life,up from […]