Love necessitates eagerness To shake January's cold hand Not avert the eye And look what comes To love Before its making.
Love necessitates eagerness To shake January's cold hand Not avert the eye And look what comes To love Before its making.
Alas, love is too regional.
Future's the only flower worth tending in this earth, where I sow my words daily and you know, these good trees bear fruit round the year, discreetly, moving along the waterways and four seasons of the faithful sun.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories