Poems from shevannesumang
The field was where
I called them my children
We hurdled through the pain
We could almost be flying
We simply throw a shot into the open...
As our garden the grow
Celandine brush us as we look to beyond
We always display to each other the sweetpeas
Never once have red dahlia...
In this field I grew Amaryllis
Then the conceited creature ravaged the buds
Where I must try to regrow the fleur once resilient
Once a...
One hour looking at one page
One hour, in one seat
One hour, one location
One mind, one focus
One flaw within this plan
One mind that can't...
Moonflowers do not grow here,
For we have grown the primrose.
The blue violets and balsams
Only continue to grow.
Gorse is ever present...