here;
stealing smiles.

just close your eyes

10:01 pm picnic(at the botanical garden)
it's perfect for a picnic,
when wind chimes waltz the trees,
while pretty birds with pretty songs,
ruffle in the breeze.

orange globe transcends silver crescent,
pale gold overspills,
warnth shrouding every being,
happiness his will.

when treetops and daisy petals,
bob their smiles in unison,
and greet dew green grass,
admidst pale splashe of crimson.

it's perfect for a picnic,
baby; you and me.
and maybe, perhaps.
island creamary.



hees.
icecream!