88keys (to know one's heart)
the busy bee says
i create
my own buzz
with every flower that grows
the heavens know
get with the flow
but every tide
brings it's ebb
she was told
teetering on her threshold
a derelict poll
since 8 years old
prow aport
the ship she is listing
sails about stern
our buxom skynhoof
'bit trim for them shorts
but fat for the city
belated
fathers day
peace pipe
forgiveness reveals all sorrows
Love is ripe
ready for safe keeping
keys to the kingdom
dare be king
88 men out to sea
growing storms
Where Heaven Flows
glimmers Hope.
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