Musings from a Critial Ese.
Someone built a Jungle & called it a Heart. Lava & Honey take turns feeding hummingbirds. Baby dinosaurs clutch sippy cups - Out of…
So much singing & nothing to say Infinite thoughts & no ideas. Poetry having no enemies prowls earth unguarded.
False Heavens Trash flowers Eden has much to offer Geese guess & ducks suppose Only the volcano knows.
