
All day he dreams of clovers
Fields of little flowers
He roams the hills without a care
Spreading sweetness where he goes
Happy Birthday to my Bunnyman Friend Paul
I hope you have a beautiful day!
Thank you for being you.

All day he dreams of clovers
Fields of little flowers
He roams the hills without a care
Spreading sweetness where he goes
Happy Birthday to my Bunnyman Friend Paul
I hope you have a beautiful day!
Thank you for being you.

I’m not chicken…well maybe just a little one 🙂

Sweet bunnies for you 🌸🐰

I heard her cries for help
I listened to her heart
I waited till she was safe
At least or so I thought
Then I realized…
She wasn’t ship wrecked
She had wrecked her own ship
on purpose
Over and over slamming
Into the rocks
Such raged and ravaged her body
It scared me, I became silent
I could scream, I know I should
but silence overtook me
Watching from afar
Did she know she wrecked herself?
Does she know she broke her brokeness?
Wide open, writhing in pain
In a stupor of mindlessness
Romancing her pain
She waltzed with her misery
I cast a life line once more
I held myself steady
To help the broken one
I think she likes being broken
Romancing her pain

Still looking for the light
Even if it’s just a glimmer
I see it because
I’m looking for the light

Which one is the original flower color? I am working in Photoshop with brushes. I love playing and creating visual art.

After all it is her life, her story. I’ve been playing around with photos and filters and I realized something… It really is her life and her story. Always in the past, it was about our life and now I see this beautiful tapestry of love in this amazing woman. So beautiful when I stopped and looked at these images of Alexanderia. She’s amazing.





Her Vintage Soul
Flowing sweet roses &
Old fashioned hats
She remembers…gentle times
Her Vintage Soul
Smiles
MichelleMarie

Dearest Heart,
Happy Spring
Much Love,
Me
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