The lady who once was,
Still Is,
She will be.
It Is beyond fathom the love,
The elegance.
The glory.
But greater than her is my own maternal grandmother.
Adios!
The Lady.
Tag: Fashion.
A Valley Of Flowers.
A valley of flowers,
full of those beautiful flowers.
Some lilies,
Some roses,
Some marigolds,
Some daffodils.
But they weren’t any little amount of flowers,
The valley was full of them and
It looked exceedingly and delightfully beautiful, wondrous and marvellous.
Adios!
A Dance Which Is Natural.
A dance which Is natural,
Has seeked some time,
Some love,
Some help from the Lord to be his and not thine.
The dance is true,
For it likes to be back home,
As It Is too late too jump again,
In time unknown.
Hope he listens with his might,
As I love him,
Let him fight.
A dance which can stopped has to be stopped,
For anything unnatural is timid,
Loathsome and hypocritical.
Adios!
Woven Things.
Woven things are wonderful for the weather.
They give fresh and new vibes.
It’s fun to weave things rather than being sulky and unhappy.
Adios!
No Rocket Science Needed.
No rocket science needed,
To be a better human being.
To have a better income,
To be in love with yourself,
To see the world.
Only evil people with evil thoughts make one lag behind with no value for anyone else.
Adios!