Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes
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Hue Jay & Blue Jay... Sat upon the wire... Looking North... Hue Jay asks... Is it the mountains that you seek? Do you wish to migrate upon the mountain peaks? A new day is born... Hue Jay and Blue Jay sat upon a branch facing South... Blue Jay asks... Is it the ocean that you... Continue Reading →
Photo By: Meg Graves Life's Chore Son of Nothing, reaps splendor...None knocks upon my door...From Flower to floor...Left with nothing, more...So Sour through sore...Simple, Sweet and so demure...Life's little sinful chore...Pain is life upon the pure...-Madamchryzl-
Photo By: Meg Graves I RUN I race to you...Like lovers do...I hide from you...Like the frightened do...I love you...Like a heart will do...I run through you...Like time will do...-Madamchryzl-
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 