When you are completely stuffed, bottom pit
you can be at peace, sitting at your nuttier utter, you can also feel utter mutter.
Thinking of a funeral, few years back,
this songs was, it was very cold winter of June, beautiful frost sunny day, knuckled
knots naked her winter garden there were white winter roses, they were
different than summer roses, she was a grand lady, the roses were like button
of her coat, a lady with piercing deep
hazel green eyes always serenely looking for my clumsiness, been thinking of life, roses life as our life,
the beautiful white winter rose from frost, blooms like eternity soul, that was
giving life of that was hers only.
