Flowers of sin, like some black sun,Bloom in my dreams Their perfume-sodden fragrance Spreading through each heartbeat.
Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and i...
It is spring, let us dance and dream with flowers. Let us sing and enjoy the trees.
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
A weed is but an unloved flower.
a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.
Broken things are precious. We eat broken bread because we share in the depth of our Lord and His broken life. Broken flowers give perfume. Broken incense is used in adoration. A broken ship saved Pau...
Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers
And we will lie down on the ground and have conversations with the grasses and the flowers.
Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Frien...