Poems from hannah_rose_duperre
he has a rose garden out backhe waters it every morningun-snakes his slithering green garden hosewhere thorns twist up in abundance
waiting...
January melts;i make-believe for yoU,
and Sometimes They Sing,
those Hummingbirds,
lOw, high, Often, honesT,
but Maybe i liEd...
look
we're from the ashes
money makes a baby.
countries pave
the problem with good winners
before time
helps affordably here...
we are at the most awaited love affair
now get acquainted with a fighting between
the staring at of shapes on the ceiling
counteract the...