He loves me...He loves me not...
(c) Singleton 2008
SOLD
There in the sunshine,
knee high in grass
and
the accidental breeze
of everything
that was...
I found the flowers...
He loves me,
He loves me not....
And began to weave tomorrows from all
the broken pieces...
Watercolors, markers, Ink, melted crayons, and memories on cardboard
