Come, smell these roses Aren’t the hyacinths Divine Like you my Goddess Your petals so soft Birds and bees in Harmony Unfurling from bud Flower blossoming To promising potential Soft scent lingering The sky is so blue As sweet nectar drips from tongue An eagle flies high Painting pink pictures You tie me up in… Continue reading Poem: The Garden – Path To Nowhere
The Bendy Witch 