I saw her under a parked car.
“Please let me migrate into your heart.”
but who was asking? her or me?
I saw her under a parked car.
“Please let me migrate into your heart.”
but who was asking? her or me?
I am called a Min-Pin
as if I was a small poke,
instead of a real big GRRRL!
well. I’m gonna be someday……
I can still cuddle, right?
high in a tree
a girl gazed down

not at me,
not at the ground,
but at
her mate.

Is it
fate?
Has Spring come early
or is it always the season for Love?
A healthy skepticism
provides for
a
clear path.

Ask yourself
Is it true?
Is it helpful?
Is it kind?
sometimes you just need to step back and ask,
“Really?”
Stop looking back –

Sing out your future!
