Knowing love of flowers,
Upon me they hold such powers.
As if under hypnosis.,
Not a single goes amiss.
My fingers mechanically proceed to appreciate,
such senses incorporate.
And ever sending more,
Pictures of flowers to adore.
These little acts of kindness,
Become the cause of happiness.
Their sight my senses impress,
Setting me free from distress.
Little tales wrapped in Nature is garb Worn out warrior spirit Outpour my heart within a blurb Make a mark before my exit Someone to pick up my scroll A like and a comment So it can grow But I am just
As an amateur poet with a tiny stature, To be mentioned among friends of Stuart Each one so affluent A group of folks so kind in nature Overwhelmed by this sweet gesture, Making my presence prominent.
He was just one of us, One could hardly differentiate. What demons predominate? Destruction became his entire focus. None could be suspicious, Pressing button he didn’t hesitate. This blew up the enti