You can choose sports or/
love, but if you choose love you/
always choose rightly.
It’s so dark where I/
live that I can clearly see/
the eighth-moon shadow.
Remove garbage and/
When you trim away/There are truths which need/
to be said, for your sake, but/
kept private for hers.
She’s deep in her phone/
at sunset. Pink Floyd plays: “How/
I wish you were here.”
When I’m trying to/
blog, she becomes all business./
I must learn to cope.
Some say my life was/
confusion. They never saw/
me dream, walking here.
When you’re lying in the cloverTake off your shoes;
lay down your blanket or quilt.
Cast off your troubles and blues.
Relax yourself without any guilt.
Let your heels connect to Mother Earth.
Grab the moment to fee the sun shine all around.
Drink deep of harmony, peace, joy, healing, mirth.
Harvest insights deep and profound.
Your’re shadowed cuz your sweetheart nuzzled up to your face?
Enjoy the warmth of it all. You’ll never find a better place!