Life is but a treasure hunt
That we seek out to find...
One to the power of a number
But increased by another one...
Salty oceans grant lessons
to a soul with pure tears...
When your face hits the floor
And despair is at your door...
Her yummy nectar drips like golden honey
With pure sweetness of yellow happiness...
What does it mean
to have a thousand pounds...
Born with soft, strong wings
flew into the depths of hell...
I was laughing along with the
receptionist as I usually do, new...
I 'm a dreaming moth
Circling around your Glow...
I crossed over moon phases
in a time of winter when whispers...
There was no way to know what is in hold
Till one day you could say you need to be bold...
Every morning she sweeps the dust
That settles there on the step at her door...