i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.

this life has been a landscape of painand still,flowersbloom in it.

When admiring other people's gardens, don't forget to tend to your own flowers.

may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird...returningto its favorite flower.

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.