door Iris | sep 10, 2021 | spoken word
Sweet Machines I would like to talk with thee’bout my little friends.Did you maybe seethe honey- or the bumblebee. Those flying buzzing sweet machines,who work and work and work,while visiting,every single flower, blooming in the field.While greeting,the great...
door Iris | apr 20, 2021 | spoken word
Storm Thunder, lights of wonder Struck the mind that pondered sick of sorrows, confused and worrowed about time and space and space and place the room to be, a mind of free Thoughts of light enlighting skies a dawn of day and a dawn of me the current course and...
