hello Anastasia

 But yes she knows somewhere
Beauty exists.look in the handbag
Or the grand baby smile
When she wakes too early
Or out on the yard
where spring has set her skirts
Ablaze, slant with blooms.

Girls tumble, different blossoms,
No less lovely, at the gymnasium
And parents watch
 stardom on the mats.

Hey love she recalls the rough skin of trees in his beard, leafy hideout of his chest, nestling in his branches. Thick summer days under grapevines loaded with muscadine and cricket tune.swallowed by the month of June.



The community pool is almost empty.there are ripples from three children that match the white cracked clouds among a turquoise sky. Hey can you bring a pack of hounds to tree and then leave,since her glass bond zone found a grinning maybe.Tuesday night people with chronic hope.swallowed up in the beating heart of course for you. Hey love stanza,hey after noon photo,captured in a book.