A Crying Orphan.. Watchful Eyes Guarding You Comments

sometimes emotions get the best of us. good write

oh! muster lips, take me to the lying mouth and a matter of moist the flower blow..... so vantage of smoke of my soul, crying to remember to the past and learn to talk in the fire of hands... i like you poem of freedom of choice and choose the chanting womb of the mother's lap... Excellent thought for reflection in time of distress..God bless a 10/10