the opening of my soul comes with painevolving in the hurt so beautifullya careless being is becoming thoughtfulit takes time to know the ebb and flow of lovemy flowers are wiltedthey require affection to revivein my patient time wait...

don't dawdle little one of the backwards suninvariably awkward in this worlddevastation of the heart is the resultin keeping with our customs you must reportsacred sanity let go of your holdfeelings may come and go come what may you...