#FlowersBringMeJoy (5/8/2019)

Oh, but the blooms bring me a moment of bliss 
and shield me from the brutality of a world 
that extinguishes the fragile innocence of youth 
and wilts the wonder this life holds.  ~ABS 5/7/2019

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