flowersandstripes

There are a few precious puffs of blossoms left on the trees and so one last blossom quote now all the fingers of this tree (darling) hav...

The spring onslaught continues with this e.e. Cummings poem. Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere) a...

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me i...