Oh! to be loved, by the unknowns.
Never not in love, ever,
summer blooms and rainbows.
Got too much to offer!
It always comes around.
I find love everywhere,
proffering a shred to everything.
My garden’s healthy and safe
feast to those larvae.
Lepidoptera on raise.
Got too much to offer!
tief yourself a Kaleidoscope.
I find muse anywhere,
offering a song to anything.
Best not born, ill raised sons.
I’ll forver be the phantom lover
can’t get into crown of thorns – yet
Got too much to offer!
No place for dark triad, nowhere,
It’s err to even evince anger,
present grey stones and nothing.
– Winter❄️
Winter 