my Rosemary speaks with her scent
of ancient days.
she and the sun are companions
and he does not intimidate her.
I can take the dead gray desert
and make it mine,
she says.
and she does.
rain is good she says.
or not - it's ok. all things in
their time.
of ancient days.
she and the sun are companions
and he does not intimidate her.
I can take the dead gray desert
and make it mine,
she says.
and she does.
rain is good she says.
or not - it's ok. all things in
their time.
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