roses tipped with pink
grow new days
& smell like freedom,
making her heart
shine like the sun
glistening on the ocean
outside his window.
roses tipped with pink
grow new days
& smell like freedom,
making her heart
shine like the sun
glistening on the ocean
outside his window.
March 2, 2008 at 3:01 am |
Ah – there you are!!
I’m happy to see you.
And thanks for praying for Gus
xo
March 15, 2008 at 7:58 pm |
You’re welcome.
March 15, 2008 at 7:58 pm |
oh
xo too