When first flower blossoms begin to fall, petals caught in a wind, you hear the dog's howl songs for Galia spilled in pages of tears Notes who soak in
When first flower blossoms begin to fall, petals caught in a wind, you hear the dog's howl songs for Galia spilled in pages of tears Notes who soak into soul so our beloveds can frolick again #smallpoems
Greg McVerry