Green and Meadow met mine  Somebody met mine Green like a Fern

Apple Skin

Apple skin fancy of my Hair, Apple skin

Yearning

I’m yearning to ahead my Toes

For Intuitive Writers And The Hidden Layer

I love what I do I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t true I wouldn’t be sent here just to fear Bliss appear, the sides of tear And I’m alright with that Felt enough pain to remember why The tides let go, Intuitive Writers glow Waxing, waning, this time remaining Unraveled with a courageous stare…