In open fields of wild flowers,. she breathes the air and flies away. She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses. in no simple language. Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all.
In open fields of wild flowers. She breathes the air and flies away. She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses. In no simple language. Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all.
Arms nailed down. Are you telling me something?. Eyes turned out. Are you looking for someone?. . This is the one thing. The one thing that I know. . Blood-stained brow.