“I lost my marbles, I puzzle at your cross words, your games a maze me”



Angry gnarled fingers. stark branches claw pallid sky, birds hang like surfers



My love’s a garden/She grows many a flower/Her tulips are best.”




 Sinking without fear, my heart is serenely drawn, by your love’s pure pull”

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