You are in every flower. You float languidly through my mind like small clouds sailing across the ocean of a July afternoon. The back of my hand lies

Musician, Writer and Visual Artist
You are in every flower. You float languidly through my mind like small clouds sailing across the ocean of a July afternoon. The back of my hand lies
It sat quietly in the darkness of a green velvet box, unable to tell of the Christmases it had seen as it looked outwards from