I can’t wait til all of the colors of spring emerge.

Just a short poem I wrote. I guess you could call it a kids poem if you like.

The persona goes to a forest and is amazed by the beauty of the wild flowers that are in the valley. This gives him/her a good felling he rmembers for a long time.

A short poem for the one I love.

When we can only see the big picture from the edge.

Vengance.

BrattPrincess.

Make me Breathless.

No longer in his dreams.

Wildflower.